180 The mischief is all well planned.

A girl was peddling her bike feeling the cold breeze that was continously ruffling her loose hoodie. The hood of her dark hoodie was complimenting the darkness of the night.

In the midst of darkness, her eyes was glistening with simplicity and naivety but the way she was riding her bike in dark was also radiating confidence she was holding in her heart. The independent aura that always make her stand out in the middle thousands of people in the crowd.

Soon she pulled her bike at the entrance of small house which named on plate as Zhao's House.

She has always read this name before entering the house when she visited her in earlier days. So this time also the name came out of her lips out of habit and her lips curled up mischievously.

She made her bike stand behind the tree near the entrance gate as she pussy-footedly slipped inside, silently opening the metal gate.