Any normal person would not consider opening the door at this moment. Yang Xiao held his breath, retreating little by little, his instincts driving him away from the door.
The door only sounded twice before stopping. Yang Xiao could not determine whether the other party had left or not. The next second, he couldn't help shuddering as a chill arose from behind him.
He turned around abruptly, but there was nothing behind him, just a bed. Behind the bed was a small balcony with a sliding glass door, the kind that could be opened. The balcony was separated by thick blackout curtains.
His gaze swept inch by inch around the room, and Yang Xiao could distinctly feel that something was off. Moments later, as his gaze landed on a particular spot, he froze, his eyes twitching violently.
From the gap between the thick blackout curtains and the floor, a pair of shoe tips were visible.