Jian'an subconsciously walked past, but when she got to the door, the man who had been secretly leaning against the wall had turned into the road ahead. She just saw a figure.

Jian an stood at the door, frowning slightly, wondering. The man just looked about fifty years old, but he looked very strange, as if he was secretly looking at their home.

Jane Ann hasn't come up with a plan yet, so the courier came along.

"what's the matter, Mrs. Lu?"

Jane looked back suddenly, smiled and shook her head. "Nothing, thank you for the express delivery. I almost forgot to give you the receipt."

Jane Ann tore off...