Xi Jing changed into the clothes from earlier and came out; Chuzheng had already opened the door.
She was looking outside, seemingly examining the surroundings.
This place was an old building, with a corridor leading past numerous tenants.
Xi Jing's room was near the center, and it was a bit of a walk to get downstairs.
Right now, many doors were open, and people were constantly going in and out, bustling around.
Chuzheng, being an unfamiliar face standing there, naturally attracted some attention.
But the people here seemed more concerned about what to eat tomorrow, so while curious, no one really meddled.
"Crying, just crying! How did I raise such a troublesome creature?" A man from the neighboring room cursed as he left, carrying a box that looked like a repairman's toolbox.
The man left while cursing.
He was the one yelling at his kid late last night.
Xi Jing finished tidying his clothes and came out, running to lock the door: "I'm ready."
"Mm."
