One evening after 11 PM, just as Qin Jianyang was slumped on his sofa nibbling on an apple and watching TV, the door to his apartment was suddenly pushed open.
In the dead of night, the sudden opening of the door startled Qin Jianyang, and he reflexively grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table before turning back to look.
Standing outside was Sang Mo.
With a faint smile on her face, she stood at the door and spoke softly to Qin Jianyang, "Does Mr. Qin always welcome his girlfriend with a weapon in hand?"
"Uh...sorry." After seeing that it was Sang Mo who had opened the door, Qin Jianyang hurriedly put down the fruit knife and then somewhat embarrassedly said, "I thought you were a thief."
Sang Mo smiled at him, dragged a suitcase inside, and said, "There's no other woman here tonight at Mr. Qin's place, right?"
"Huh?" Qin Jianyang didn't immediately comprehend.
"What I mean is, does Mr. Qin have a date tonight?" Sang Mo rephrased her question.
