"What are you doing here?" Yang Shuting asked, her back against the window.

Instead of telling her what to do, he asked her which floor she lived on. He's going straight upstairs. He doesn't know which floor she lives on. There are quite a few rooms with lights on. She didn't tell him and told him to hurry home. It's very late now. Besides, she doesn't want him to see her present mess.

Ling Weihao refused to leave, saying, "If you don't tell me, I'll go up and knock on the door one by one."

Hearing what he said, Yang Shuting got a fright.

"Don't." Yang Shuting stopped him loudly....