Such a commotion drew the neighboring tenants to peek out, but upon hearing it was the Revolutionary Committee, they retracted into their rooms as if avoiding trouble.
Sang Zhi was a bit slow in opening the door, so it was kicked open before she could. Shards of wood, the bolt, and the hinges flew toward her feet.
This disturbance caught the attention of the waiter cleaning downstairs. He dragged his uneven, limping legs over in a hurry, and upon seeing the mess, his brow furrowed into deep, etched lines.
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