As she stepped through the door, she paused mysteriously for a moment.
In this basement, it seemed the young couple had been living here a long time. Unlike the meticulously tidied house next door, this place was a chaotic mess.
If someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder were here, they wouldn't be able to set foot inside.
But Chu Fa Da had seen all sorts of situations and wasn't frightened in the least. He charged straight up to the couple, glaring at the young man:
"The Chang Geng you just mentioned, where did you see it?"
The door outside had a lock—a big old iron one. While earlier it seemed it couldn't break through the wall, the hefty iron door made a loud clang when struck; you knew it was solid!
The young man shrank back and stammered, speaking haltingly:
"Just... just a novel… I don't know. I just casually shared an opinion…"
The girl, more composed, though scared, still spoke clearly.
