After a dozen or so seconds, An Duxuan's voice came from inside, "Then just wait a moment."
Zhao Yueyue's tense nerves finally relaxed a little at this moment.
She became even more certain that An Duxuan must have done something shameful; otherwise, he wouldn't have compromised so easily.
Zhao Yueyue touched the smartphone in her bag.
The video recording mode was already active.
A few minutes later, the door opened.
An Duxuan's tall and handsome figure blocked the doorway, his face showing displeasure. "Okay, what's so serious that you think you can send me to prison?"
Zhao Yueyue lifted her chin. "I need to come in before I can talk!"
"Fine."
An Duxuan nodded, stepped aside from the door, watching Zhao Yueyue enter his room, while he himself stood at the door with no intention of following her.
Zhao Yueyue turned to look at him. "Close the door and sit down!"
