Chapter 2401: Is He Being Too Suspicious?

d to Xu Ronghua, perhaps she could try stimulating her with Xu Ronghua's voice. It might have a certain awakening effect.How could Hsu Jung-hua possibly help her awaken her mother This time, he clearl...On her way back, Zhou Ling'er also sensed the hostility in Xiaohong's eyes toward her.

But he didn't mind, he knew Xiaohong had disliked him for a long time, and he didn't like her either.

Or perhaps more accurately, he disliked everyone in the bar and therefore had little contact with the people there.

Anyway, who knows when he'll leave here to go to the next place. It's normal not to get too close to them.

As he reached the door, he took a particular look at the newly changed lock. It wasn't stuck with 502 glue.

He unlocked the door and walked into the room, throwing his bag onto the bed. As he was about to sit down and rest, a sudden gust of wind blew past him.

Zhou Ling'er looked up towards the window, wondering when his window had opened. There was a breeze blowing in.

He got up, walked to the window, closed it, and then paused for a moment.

Today his door lock was stuck with 502 glue, and his window, which he clearly closed, suddenly opened. These seemingly unrelated events, when thought about together, seem to have some connection.

Zhou Ling'er moved her hand closing the window, picked up the round bead pen on the table, and then suddenly turned to look around.

It was eerily silent all around, with no other sound besides him. Zhou Ling'er cautiously crouched down to look under the bed. Besides his basin, there was nothing else there.

He stood up again and opened the cabinet. Inside, there was nothing but clothes.

Zhou Ling'er returned to her desk and pulled open the drawer to see what was inside.

All of his things were not lost.

Could he be being overly suspicious

Zhou Ling'er thought about it for a moment, then quickly went to find photos of him and his sister. She found the photos were still there, and she let out a sigh of relief.

It seems he was being overly suspicious. Maybe he forgot that he didn't close the window when he left.

As for the 502 on the doorknob, maybe it was put there by someone who dislikes him. There are a lot of people here who dislike him, and it's impossible to figure out who did it.

He didn't feel like finding out who did it.

Zhou Ling'er picked up the photo and looked at her younger sister. A flicker of gloom flashed in her eyes, but soon her expression returned to calm.

He put the photo back in place, returned to bed, picked up his bag, turned and left the room, walked out the door, and just happened to run into Xiao Hong who was playing with her phone downstairs.

Neither of them spoke. Zhou Ling'er continued walking forward, while Xiao Hong stood still. After she had walked away, Xiao Hong lifted her head and secretly looked at Zhou Ling'er's back.

Xiaohong just pretended not to leave, she wanted to see if Zhouling noticed anything after coming back.

When he went downstairs, he found that Zhou Ling'er's window was open. He felt a little scared in his heart, fearing that he had dropped something and let Zhou Ling'er see it.

That's why he kept waiting downstairs until Zhou Ling'er closed her window. He didn't dare to go upstairs and eavesdrop, so he could only silently pray in his heart that Zhou Ling'er wouldn't associate the matter with him.

Just after I prayed for a while, I heard footsteps behind me. He pretended to be busy playing with his phone just as Zhou Ling'er came out again.

The two of them only glanced at each other, then looked away from Xiaohong separately. In their hearts, they were sure that Zhou Linger hadn't guessed his identity.

His hanging heart naturally fell, and he walked in the opposite direction of Zhou Ling'er, preparing to eat his meal.

After walking for a while, he suddenly stopped and thought of something, then chased after Zhou Ling'er.Besides the beam of the flashlight, there were no other light sources, creating a slightly oppressive atmosphere. 。Several people were silent, with only the sound of footsteps and breathing filling th...