"…Maybe it's because you look rather dangerous?"
Feng Ye coldly swept his gaze over her.
"Just kidding."
Yao Qing chuckled awkwardly and stepped aside to let him in.
After Feng Ye entered, her gaze drifted aimlessly around the surroundings.
Pitch-black, only a few bright yellow street lights illuminated the empty path.
She closed the door with an indifferent expression.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
Feng Ye and Yao Qing were quite familiar with each other. Even though they did not contact each other often on the surface, as the saying goes, a spiritual connection matters more than frequent communications.
Feng Ye's gaze swept through Yao Qing's empty home, "Are you home alone?"
"Oh, Ruan Qiu is in love. She's with her boyfriend, so I'm home alone tonight."
The expression on Feng Ye's face remained unchanged, but his tightly furrowed brows relaxed ever so slightly.