An Xiaoyu's mind was instantly thrown into disarray.
Wait, this can't happen...
Reason told her that if this continued, something bad would definitely happen.
The atmosphere in the room was getting warmer, and the air seemed to be getting hotter too.
All thoughts seemed to have been sucked out of her head, leaving a blank slate.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the ceiling above, as if something had slammed onto the floor and shattered into pieces.
That was followed by a woman's heart-wrenching sobs and curses, and a man's roaring shouts.
The couple upstairs were quarreling again, and An Xiaoyu had already heard them twice before.
The heavy noise and the quarreling broke the room's atmosphere, and An Xiaoyu instantly regained her senses, pushing Shen Yufeng away and escaping into the bedroom.
Shen Yufeng took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and a hint of helplessness flashed across his face.
