Several security guards scrutinized Ning Xiaofei from head to toe all at once.
Her hair, matted with blades of grass, a red and swollen nose, dirt and stains sporadically covering her body, several scratches dangling threads of fabric, one hand on her waist, awkwardly standing with one foot higher than the other—the sight of her hardly resembled the mistress of this high-class residence.
"Really, if you don't believe me, go knock on the door, my husband is inside."
The security guards exchanged glances, and one who seemed to be the leader tilted his chin slightly.
"Keep an eye on her!"
Then he turned to knock on the door.
Ning Xiaofei picked up the high heel from the grass, too flustered to put it on, and followed, unevenly stepping across the grass.
The guard knocked a few times, but no one answered the door, so he raised his voice.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
Inside the room, it was eerily quiet.