At one in the morning, an exhausted Qin Manjiang returned to the urban district of Fu City.
Before he opened the door, he saw slivers of light spilling through the gap beneath it.
Was Mi Qiao still awake?
Qin Manjiang opened the door. He moved quietly and did not wake Mi Qiao, but he did alert the little yellow dog named Xiaobai.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
In the middle of the night, the little yellow dog wagged its tail and leaped at Qin Manjiang, wriggling around his ankles nonstop.
Mi Qiao jolted awake on the sofa too.
"Ah... Mr. Qin! You're back..." Mi Qiao hurriedly sat up straight.
"Why are you sleeping here?" Qin Manjiang asked, repeatedly pushing aside the little yellow dog's head as it stuck out its tongue to lick him.
Mi Qiao gave him an embarrassed look. "There was a strong wind earlier. It blew the bedroom door shut and locked it. The key's inside..."
"Mr. Qin, let me make you a bowl of noodles!" Mi Qiao suddenly said.
Qin Manjiang was about to decline when his stomach growled twice.
"Well... sorry for the trouble." Qin Manjiang did not refuse. He really was exhausted, both physically and mentally.
"Sure!" Mi Qiao did not seem to mind at all and briskly headed into the kitchen.
Qin Manjiang watched her retreating figure. This young woman had always considered him an absolute saint for letting her move in without collecting a deposit, and she was always looking for ways to do something for him.
Am I a good person?
Stroking Xiaobai's head, Qin Manjiang looked out the window into the pitch-black night.
Then he drew his gaze back and glanced at his tightly closed bedroom door, his eyes flickering.
This ghost story had shaken him deeply.
First, there was the lawyer