No matter if we really encounter the unlucky guy who comes to catch us, at most we offer an apology, and at worst, pay off to avert disaster.
But when Jiang Chen saw Uncle Fang, his heart skipped a beat.
Thieves inevitably have a guilty conscience.
Fang Qing was still lying on his sofa, hair disheveled, sweaty, and flushed.
If Uncle Fang sees this—
Put yourself in the situation.
The drumbeat in Jiang Chen's heart grew heavier.
"Uncle Fang, you're still up?"
Even though they were so close and it was nighttime, Jiang Chen's voice was unusually loud, while the hand not holding the door secretly waved wildly behind him, signaling to Qing Mei inside to quickly tidy up.
"My ears aren't deaf."
Seeing him blocking the doorway, Fang Weiguo asked, "Not convenient?"
Jiang Chen forced a smile, "Why would it be."
Even though he said that, he stood there motionless, trying his best to stall for time.
