It’s good that he didn’t die immediately. Zhang Kun deserves special treatment.
He looked at the security guard calmly: "Let's go. Take me to the 21st floor."
The young security guard looked at the grinning tank behind him and could only nod timidly: "Okay."
The two people and the dog began to tiptoe down the stairs until they reached the door of the apartment on the 21st floor.
The young security guard entered the gate password tremblingly, and the door lock opened with a click.
The entire apartment building has its own elevator and each apartment has its own unit, and the layouts of the apartments are roughly the same.
This apartment was also the physical model room used when the property was first sold, so Nan Muran was naturally more familiar with it.
After giving the security guard a look, he followed him into the room.
Fortunately, the cloudy night was dark enough and the sound of rain outside was loud enough, so the noise from upstairs did not disturb the people in the house at all.
After the two people and the dog entered the house smoothly, the security guard closed the door at Nan Muran's signal, and the living room in front was pitch dark.
"How is it, Xiao Wang? You haven't dealt with that girl yet, right?" A man asked in a hoarse voice, panting heavily, at the entrance to the storage room.
Nan Muran signaled the security guard to calm the other person down.
"No, Brother Zhang. I came back to help Master Liu get some tools. That door is a little difficult to open." He tried his best to make his voice sound normal.
"If it doesn't work, just call...
You fucking bastard, you're lying under me and enjoying yourself like a dead person, why don't you scream out a word." The sound of slapping was accompanied by Zhang Kun's curse, and he didn't say anything else.
The security guard instantly breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking into the house with Nan Muran: "That's the lounge."
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