She was wearing a cap and a mask, looking a bit suspicious, which aroused the old ladyās suspicion. She cautiously asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Heather took off her cap, revealing a pair of beautiful, clear eyes. Her smile was as lovely as a crescent moon: "Granny, Iām looking for Tang Ming."
"Why are you dressed like this to see Tang Ming?"
"I have an allergy on my face, and Iām afraid of scaring people."
"Oh... I see... So why are you looking for Tang Ming?"
Heatherās charming smile quickly dispelled the old ladyās doubts.
"Iām Tang Mingās girlfriend. Itās been nearly half a month since Iāve heard from him, and he doesnāt answer my calls, so I wanted to check if heās hiding a girl at home."
"That shouldnāt be!" The old lady, being a gossip, remarked, "Itās very quiet here."
"Pfft..." Heather found the old lady rather endearing, "Really?"
"Really! Why would I lie to you? Thereās been no noise, and actually, I havenāt seen him come out; could he not be home?"
"I see, thank you, granny. Iāll wait a bit longer."
After the old lady left, Heather easily entered Tang Mingās house.
There was an unpleasant smell inside, the place was messy, things were thrown about, the trash hadnāt been taken out, and posters of Qu Leqi were plastered everywhereāhe was truly an ardent fan.
Wearing a mask was to prevent others from forming a strong impression of the scars on her face, but she didnāt expect it to turn into a "gas mask" situation.
After looking around, Heather confirmed one thing: Tang Mingās disappearance was not as simple as it seemed.
Everyday necessities had not been taken away, and there was even a stack of cash at his house. If he had fled to another city to take refuge, how could he leave behind the money, even if he didnāt take clothes?
From the time she was taken to the hospital after the incident to being questioned later, there was at least time to come back for the money.
So, she concluded that there was something fishy about Tang Mingās disappearance.
As to what exactly was strange, based on the current clues, it couldnāt be determined.
Without finding any leads, Heather prepared to leave, and then she saw the scene downstairs through Tang Mingās window.
She spotted someone looking in her direction.
Heather, sensitive to direction, was certain the personās line of sight was aimed straight here.
But as she tried to get a closer look, that person noticed her too and quickly turned away.
In that instant, she memorized his outfit and quickly ran downstairs, searching nearby for someone of the same build, but unfortunately, he had disappeared.
Thus, she became even more certain that Tang Mingās disappearance perhaps wasnāt voluntary.
So, who is orchestrating all this behind the scenes?
...
That day, Heather returned to her own place.
On their way there, Mo Jun Tian had been complaining about the distance all along. Upon entering, he was even more shocked, his whole demeanor showing he was frightened: "What... happened here??"
The whole place was a mess, everything was scattered on the floor.
Heather shrugged and said, "Obviously, we had a break-in."
This rented place of hers was truly a tourist hotspot for thieves, always wanting to come in and steal money. But in reality, she also wanted to help them look for itāmoney, where is it?
"This is... too dangerous, isnāt it? What if one day a thief suddenly breaks in while youāre asleep, then what?"
"What to do?" she chuckled, "Break his hands, break his legs, gouge out his eyes, cut off his member, what do you think?"