At first glance, the door in question appeared heavy-set and sturdy. And it looked too big and too strong to be easily pushed open by a fragile female in a drunken stupor. 'Whatevs. If it won't open, I'll start shouting. Hope that whoever's after me won't reach here until then.'
But contrary to what he imagined, it was actually pretty easy to open the door. It smoothly slid open on its hinges without so much as the tiniest squeak. Choosing to ignore the slightly peculiar feeling in his heart, Yang Jingshen stepped inside the brightly lit room.
At first glance, it appeared huge with many extensions, splendid decor, and equally empty of any living creature– which, of course, was ideal for someone in his condition. After all, he didn't want this to turn into a situation where he jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
