Chen Jingzheng was wondering if this was inviting him into the house?

Before he could figure it out, Yan Que came back with a box of beautifully packaged chocolates in his hand.

"This kind of uncontaminated fruit is very expensive, and it's not easy to buy it in the city. I don't like to owe favors..."

Yan Que handed the chocolate to Chen Jing, his pale face revealed a hint of sickness, and his tone was a bit softer than before.

"Forget about the apology gift and forget about making friends, I still like to be alone."

Chen Jing really wanted to say, "Me too," but seeing the other person's expression that he didn't want to say more, he decided to stop there.

Making friends is indeed something that society cannot control casually...

"but……"

Yanque paused for a moment before closing the door, and suddenly revealed half of his face to look at Chen Jing.

"If it's convenient, I would like to trouble you to help me go to 2901 downstairs and tell that crazy woman to stop hitting my little cutie with rocks..."

"What cutie?"

Yan Que did not answer Chen Jing's question, but the dark room behind her lit up with hundreds of scarlet eyes.

"Patience has its limits."

Yanque said softly, his eyes getting colder.

"If it happens again, I will kill her."

As soon as the voice fell, the door was closed.

Although Yan Que didn't explain much to Chen Jing, based on Chen Jing's feeling, this shouldn't be an ordinary neighborhood dispute. This seems to be a rhythm that threatens to kill people...

"Isn't there a normal person in this world?"

Chen Jing couldn't help but complain in his heart, and then looked at the chocolate in his hand, feeling that this trip was not in vain.

This box of chocolates seems to be produced by [Moonlight Hermitage]. The outer packaging box has the totem used by their sect as their logo, and there are also a few lines of small words printed on the back...

"It helps the old descendants repair their bodies...does this have a healing effect?"

Chen Jing read the instructions and entered the fire escape and chose to walk downstairs.

When he came to door 2901 downstairs...

No, to be precise, her house is gone.

The security door has been completely torn into more than a dozen pieces of uniquely shaped iron sheets, and is currently lying quietly in the corridor.

The original square door frame seemed to have suffered some kind of violent impact, and the door opening showed an irregular oblique trapezoid shape.

Looking at the cracks on the wall that were as wide as a finger, Chen Jing felt that this floor must be a dangerous building if he couldn't stay there for a long time!

"2901..."

Chen Jing glanced at the house number at his feet, then took out the receipt and compared it.

The people upstairs were unhappy.

The one downstairs is called brainless.

The old man seems to be very good at giving people nicknames...

Chen Jing rubbed his face that was stiff from smiling before, tried his best to squeeze out a friendly smile again, and then raised his hand to knock on the deformed metal door frame.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"
Chapter completed!