The villa was warmly decorated, and under the soft glow of the light, Song Qingwan looked even more charming and beautiful. Zhao Dong walked in and gave the place a quick scan. Everything seemed to be in order.
At that moment, a hint of nervousness appeared on Song Qingwan's face as she whispered, "Zhao Dong, could you help me check all the rooms?"
Zhao Dong nodded. "No problem, it's a small thing."
With that, he began to methodically inspect each room. Song Qingwan followed close behind, her lovely face etched with nervous tension.
He checked the entire ground floor, even looking inside the cabinets, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Song Qingwan breathed a faint sigh of relief and thanked him.
Zhao Dong pointed upstairs. "Should I check the second floor?"
Song Qingwan nodded, smiling with some embarrassment. "If you don't mind. I'm so sorry to trouble you this late and disturb your rest."
"It's no trouble."
