C978 Catch up with His Car
Su Mann couldn't help but to look up at the ceiling. There was nothing above, only a simple and unadorned chandelier.
Was it Xuan Shuhuai's voice from upstairs?
No, not really.
Su Mann subconsciously felt that the footsteps were made by a woman.
The footsteps of a man should be heavier.
Su Mann stood frozen at the door for a long time, holding her breath as she listened
