In another room, Xue Ling had also gotten up. She asked Nan Feng, "Did you hear a rustle at the door?"
"Yes, I did."
"Who could it be this late?"
"I don't know, I'll go down and check."
Xue Ling was worried about Nan Feng, so she followed her.
Although there was a seal on the shop door, Nan Feng and Xue Ling had carefully cut it to both sides in the afternoon, so it did not hinder opening the door. Once closed, the door still looked as if it were sealed.
Nan Feng didn't open the door first, but asked through the door, "Who is it?"
Then, she heard that incredibly familiar voice from outside the door. It was low and deep, and in the silence of the night, it was extremely startling, "Fengfeng, it's me!"
Nan Feng was instantly happy, immediately handing the lamp over to Xue Ling behind her and quickly opening the door.
However, before she could see clearly who it was, she was held tightly in their arms.