Xu Xia put down the cookie in her hand and listened intently.
This time, she heard it clearly, it was definitely the sound of the door lock.
Apart from herself, only Lan Zi had a key to her house, and she would always knock unless there was a special circumstance. Could there really be a thief so early in the morning?!
Damn little thief, such audacity, to sneak in and pick the lock so blatantly.
She glanced around, noticed the wooden sculpture on the small table, and grabbed it before standing up from the sofa.
Quietly tiptoeing with her injured foot, she limped to the hallway, hid her body against the adjacent partition by the entryway, and listened intently.
A soft sound, the door opened, then closed, and footsteps entered.
The footsteps were light, as if they were afraid of being heard by others.
Xu Xia became even more convinced it was indeed a thief. Seeing a figure flash by the carved pattern of the entryway, she gripped the wooden sculpture with both hands and swung it toward the figure.
As the sculpture was thrown, she saw the person’s face clearly.
Short hair, handsome face, it was Leng Zirui.
However, it was too late to stop.
"Dodge!" Xu Xia yelled.
Leng Zirui had already retreated a step, the wooden sculpture grazed past his nose and hit the wall with a thud.
"Leng Zirui!" Xu Xia hastily hid the sculpture behind her back and awkwardly smiled, "Welcome, welcome!"
He was holding a bag, clearly having gone out to buy her breakfast.
Leng Zirui looked at her expression, half amused, half exasperated, "Is this how you welcome me back?"


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