Xu Xiangbei handed the photo back to Gu Xinyan, and she nervously stuffed it into her pocket, afraid Xu Xiangbei might snatch it away.
Listening to the powerful beat coming from upstairs, making the floorboards hum, Xu Xiangbei rolled up his sleeves and angrily cursed, "I just leave for a moment and they're tearing the place down, I need to go up and have a word with her."
Xu Xiangbei rushed to the third floor, only to find the sofa and coffee table moved to the corner. In front of the music console, a young man with dyed red hair and earrings was DJing.
The living room had transformed into a spacious dance hall. Strobe lights, dazzling lights, and neon lights all beamed down, dazzling the eyes, with at least a dozen people dancing to the powerful music in the dance floor.
Xu Xiangbei felt like a long-repressed volcano, almost about to erupt, as he searched through the crowd for Ouyang Jiahui, ready to harshly scold her.
