The old Zheng Family residence is a kind of traditional-style building, the ancestral ho of the Zheng Family. Such old houses are handed down through generations and hardly undergo major renovations, thus retaining their original charm.
Because of this, the windows of such traditional-style houses are set quite low. When Fang Yi stood at the window, the windowsill was almost level with his waist.
Thus, Fang Yi naturally witnessed the scene inside.
Fang Yi rarely gets surprised by anything, but this scene before him was... damn thrilling!
He saw two won embracing each other. One of the won was exceedingly beautiful, with black hair cascading over one fragrant shoulder, exuding mature allure.
As for the other woman, her looks were slightly less striking, but she was still exceptionally pretty.
Fang Yi had arrived silently, but with a living person standing at the windowsill, how could they not notice?
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
In an instant, four gazes landed on Fang Yi, first with astonishnt, followed by anger and chilling murderous intent.
This was released from the beautiful eyes of the exceedingly beautiful woman. Her brows furrowed, exuding a natural aura of authority.
However...
In that instant, her beautiful eyes widened, revealing a trace of surprise.
Because the person standing outside the windowsill suddenly flipped inside.
With a clang, the window, originally propped up by a piece of wood, fell and shut.
The exceedingly beautiful woman swiftly retreated, while the other woman, without hesitation, lunged directly at Fang Yi.
"Get away! I hate won!" Fang Yi, with a light touch, redirected the woman who had just lunged at him, causing her to collide with the windowsill and let out a delicate cry.
Just after Fang Yi brushed that woman aside, he suddenly heard a sharp scolding: "Don’t move!"
Hmm???
Fang Yi focused his gaze, seeing that the exceedingly beautiful woman was holding a handgun, the barrel aid right at him, as if she would shoot if he moved even slightly.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yi indeed stood still, yet looked at her with a faint smile on his face, facing the gun barrel, he said, "You’re a woman, why hold such a dangerous weapon? Put it down; a misfire would be bad."
Seeing the smile on Fang Yi’s face, without a trace of fear, the exceedingly beautiful woman felt a bit surprised in her heart, but she did not show it on her face, maintaining a cold and stern expression, her hands holding the gun steady without a hint of trembling.
The woman hurried too much earlier, her clothes in disarray, and with a glance, Fang Yi took in the alluring scenery of her body.
In a flash, the woman’s gaze darkened, coldly saying, "Do you want to die?"
"No, I don’t!"
"Who are you?"
"Fang Xiaotian."
"Are you a thief?"
"Yes, a flower thief," Fang Yi answered along her line of questioning.
However, the woman wasn’t intimidated by Fang Yi. If he truly were a flower thief, his eyes would have a certain glint, but at this mont, there’s none of that in his eyes.
This man is very calm, even with a gun pointed at him, showing such composure. The woman couldn’t believe he was just a flower thief.
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