"I want to see him, can you let me in? If you're not sure, you can call him first, I'm Tang Huai."
The security guard nodded, "Okay, please wait!"
The security guard jogged back to the guardhouse and picked up the landline phone.
In less than a minute, the security guard ran back, "Manager Jing said you could go in!"
Then, the security guard blew his whistle, and another security guard from a nearby post ran over.
"This young lady is looking for Manager Jing, you take her to Manager Jing's house."
"Alright."
Tang Huai didn't drive in; she had left her motorcycle at the entrance.
She walked into the courtyard with the security guard—this was her second time entering the courtyard.
Tang Huai and the security guard made their way to the building where Jing Juntao lived without exchanging words.
Jing Juntao knew she had arrived and was already standing at the doorstep waiting.
