Thinking about that "good night" from last midnight, Shen Jue didn't plan to open the door for Rong Qingqing.
He wasn't going to fall for the same trick twice.
After waiting for a moment without seeing Shen Jue open the door, Rong Qingqing changed her approach, "I really need your help with something. Don't be so stingy, a grown man holding a grudge over two dollars, that's petty."
A few seconds after Rong Qingqing spoke, the door opened.
Shen Jue's black eyes stared at Rong Qingqing with a look that said if she said "good night" again, she'd be dead.
"I want to find a reliable private detective to look into something, but I don't know anyone domestically. I was hoping you could introduce me to one." Rong Qingqing looked sincere, "The sooner the better, and if you have one now, that would be even better."
Shen Jue's eyes flickered imperceptibly.
"Why do you think I would know one?" Shen Jue countered.
