"Wow, Zhixuan, you're amazing!" Li Xue looked adoringly at him.
Zhong Lingling also smiled, secretly admiring Shen Zhixuan.
After Shen Zhixuan entered the inner courtyard, he knocked on the door, but there was no response. So, he walked around to the side of the house, stood by the window, pressed his face to the glass, and looked inside.
During this time, Lingling's heart was extremely tense, and her palms were sweating.
Shen Zhixuan looked around for a while, didn't see anyone, turned his face, shook his head, and said, "It seems like there's no one inside, but the furniture is quite clean. It looks like someone comes back to take care of it regularly!"
"Really? I guess the owner isn't home today!" Lingling felt a mix of happiness and disappointment.
