Early Sunday morning, Ye Zhenzhen had finally recovered from her exhaustion. She got up fairly early, went out for a round of exercise, and brought breakfast back for the other girls on the 22nd Floor.
She had barely reached Building Eight when she spotted several men at the entrance. Once she entered the lobby, she saw even more people, along with a haggard woman whose makeup had been smeared by tears.
The woman saw Ye Zhenzhen come in and hurriedly stood up, rushing over. "Hello, may I ask which floor you live on?"
"Is there something you need?" Since their intentions were unclear, Ye Zhenzhen naturally would not reveal anything.
A man behind the woman came over and pulled her back, speaking politely. "Hello, please don't worry. We absolutely mean no harm. It's like this: my younger sister got married yesterday, but after the wedding, the groom ran off with the money and we can't find him anywhere. There's someone named Zhu Zhe living in this building. She's the groom's ex-girlfriend, so we came to see whether she knows where he is. Oh, right, she lives on the 22nd Floor and her name is Zhu Zhe. Do you know her?"
"What a coincidence. I live on the 22nd Floor too. I know the Zhu Zhe you mean. She shares an apartment with others, but I'm not very familiar with her."
"Could we trouble you to check whether Zhu Zhe is home? Could you ask her to come down?"
"Yes, yes, sorry to trouble you." The haggard woman seemed to snap back to her senses and finally became a little more polite. "My name is Yu Feixue. Thank you."
Ye Zhenzhen nodded. "I'll go upstairs and check. Please wait a moment."
Having agreed, Ye Zhenzhen went upstairs. Of course, she knew