Mo Yesi turned into a naggy old lady and said worriedly, "It's best to buy another lock and place it on the door inside. It'll be safer that way. Ask the production team to get it for you tomorrow."
"I don't think that's a good idea. No one else is complaining. If only I do it…"
"Others are others. What others do has nothing to do with me. I only care about my wife."
"…"
In the past, Qiao Mianmian would have thought that he was making a mountain out of a molehill.
However, Qiao Mianmian felt a little uneasy about going to that bachelor's house today. Thus, she didn't refute Mo Yesi.
The two chatted for a while more before hanging up.
Qiao Mianmian jumped off the bed and closed the window.
For the past two days, she had always slept with the windows open because she felt that if all the windows were closed, it would be very boring to sleep at night.
But now, she could no longer be bothered. Safety was her priority.
