The timeline is a few years ago.
...
A flashy red sports car stopped in front of Xie Qinghuan's building.
Yan Yiheng leaned against the car door, fiddling with his phone, as numerous women's gazes fell onto him, unable to look away, each face flushed.
Yan Jiu was making calls, dialing over ten times on the phone.
But evidently, the other party was clearly not planning to answer.
His face grew a bit harsher, he put away his phone and walked straight into the building, starting to knock on the door.
The initial knocking sound was still quite gentle.
But a few minutes later, it became a bit impatient.
"Xie Qinghuan, open the door for me! Otherwise, I'll have to break it down." Yan Jiu's face was somewhat darkened; no woman had ever dared treat him like this before.
Inside the room, there was still no movement. If he wasn't certain that she was home, one would really think there was no one inside.
'Knock knock!'
