As he spoke, he gestured slightly behind him. The supermarket owner was looking up from behind his reading glasses, shakily observing the three of them, seemingly ready to pick up the phone and call the police at any second.
"Alright then."
Ji Minghuan pouted in disappointment, turned the doorknob, and entered.
He took off his shoes at the shoe cabinet, put on indoor slippers, and walked into the living room, turning his head to see Su Zimai sitting on the sofa watching TV.
She was wearing an orange hoodie, as usual, liked to sit on the sofa barefoot while watching TV. It seemed she had just showered; her slightly damp hair was tied in a high ponytail, giving off the scent of orange shampoo.
Ji Minghuan slipped his hands into his coat pockets, silently shifted to the right, moving sideways like a crab, and finally plopped down beside Su Zimai.
He took the lead, playing the role of a bomb disposal expert, draped his arm over the sofa back casually, and said:
