C240 The Wind Blew on Her Hair

At 6: 30 p.m., the doorbell rang at 2201.

Who could it be? It definitely wasn't Yan Haoyuan.

Because half an hour ago, when Lo Shan'er was collecting clothes on the balcony, she saw Yan Haoyuan's Maybach, Landau, had already driven out of the neighborhood.

She had just taken a shower and her hair was still a little wet. When she heard the doorbell ring