The week passed peacefully. Fortunately, Mo Roulan didn't see He Jian this week again after that night's dinner, or perhaps she was trying really hard to avoid him, and hence it was her accomplishment.
But for how long everything can remain peaceful?
It was the weekend and Mo Roulan was home with her little brother. Her mother had to go to her job. Sitting in the living room, she was reading a book very peacefully.
However, this peace was disrupted when someone rang the doorbell. She looked at the door cautiously. Putting her book aside, she, first of all, tried to look outside the door through the peephole but didn't see anyone standing there.
A frown marred her smooth forehead. She nonchalantly stepped back and went back to the sofa to continue her book.
A few moments later, her eyes were filled with panic when she heard a 'click'. She swiftly turned her head to look at the door and found that the lock was open now.
