Arriving at Xue Tian's house, Wen Xiang stood there for a few minutes as he was at a loss whether to knock on the wooden door or not. It was the first time he had returned home after spending the night outside without the owner of the house, and he looked awkward as he stood in front of the polished door.
At first glance, he looked like a guest who came to visit the owner of the house, but if one looked closely, he looked more like a criminal because of his rather suspicious expression when standing in front of the door.
If one took a closer look at him, perhaps they would think that he would rob the house because of his strange expression, but fortunately, the narrow road in front of the house was deserted, and that was why no one would immediately run toward him and drag him to the police station.
