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