The door of Wang Zixuan's house was not opened, but the door next door was opened.
"Mr. Huang?"
"Master Wang?"
Wang Zixuan and Mr. Huang both looked surprised.
"So late, something urgent?" Wang Zixuan asked.
"There's something wrong. Why aren't you at home, Master Wang?" Mr. Huang wondered.
"What's wrong with Mr. Huang?" Wang Zixuan said unhappily.
Wang Zixuan of a previous life was wandering in the flowers. He had not done little to cheat. He felt insecure and climbed from the balcony to the balcony of the Kowloon Fengshui Hall on the seventh floor.
"A sock fell down..." Mr. Huang said.
"Just one