Not wanting to provoke Liu Mei'er's hostility, Qin Yiren raised her eyes to look at the slightly shaking door, and stopped speaking promptly.
Liu Mei'er furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pounding sound of the door without speaking immediately.
Compared to Axu, she was after all a girl, a bit more timid, but not a fool, she could hear the meaning in Qin Yiren's words.
Nervously gripping the fruit knife, Liu Mei'er felt a slight impulse, "Are you saying... should I call the police?"
That certainly was the best option.
But looking at the fruit knife in Liu Mei'er's hand, Qin Yiren didn't dare to be too obvious, and said lightly: "Or, you can call Axu back, either is fine."
Her answer showed a bit of sincerity, making Liu Mei'er slightly relieved.
In this brief conversation, the man outside the door became impatient.
From initially patting the door with his hand, he started a violent kick with both hands and feet, the deafening noise echoing far down the alley.
