Half an hour later, Qin Zhaoran and Yan Yiheng appeared together. When they reached the second floor, they saw Fu Nancheng sitting on the sofa with a stern expression. Yan Yiheng took the initiative to speak, "Third Brother, who's sick?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Nancheng stood up and led them towards the bedroom, "Qiao Mo, a bit of a fever."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, looks like our Miss Qiao hasn't been spared any trouble..."
Fu Nancheng glanced at him indifferently and said nothing, but as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, his brow furrowed.
He twisted the doorknob twice, but the door didn't budge at all. It was obviously locked from the inside again!
Fu Nancheng's expression turned completely dark.
Damn woman!
Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran exchanged a knowing look and smiled, teasingly watching Fu Nancheng. Qin Zhaoran stayed silent, but Yan Jiu teased from the side, "Looks like Third Brother will soon become a lock-picking expert."
