The person behind

When Yao Xinyi reached home and was about to take out her keys to open the door, she was stunned.

Her hand was still in her bag, but her eyes were staring at the ground, revealing a puzzled look.

Lighting?

She slowly took her hand out of her bag, took a step back, and looked at the ground with a serious expression.

Faint light seeped through the crack of the door, like a sieve with sand leaking out. From time to time, some fine sand would leak out.

"Why are the lights on?"

Yao Xinyi clearly remembered that she had turned off all the lights before she left the house.

However, under the dim light, Yao Xinyi furrowed her brows. After thinking for a moment, she took out her keys, opened the door, and walked in.

The door had just been opened, and Yao Xinyi had just taken one step into the room when a loud and uniform cry instantly rang in her ears.

"Miss." The seven or eight bodyguards standing on both sides of the road shouted in unison.