"Sixth sense." Jiang Yan whispered, pulled out a thin wire from her pocket, bent it, and then slid it through the crack of the door.
This place would become their new shelter, naturally, they could not choose to break in violently.
Actually, Hua Bao, who had already entered the room, had pushed the door lock open. What she was doing was merely a symbolic gesture of cooperation.
"Sister Yan, when did you learn this new skill?" Hearing a "click" from the lock, Kong Wu asked with a face full of surprise.
Jiang Yan tucked the wire back into her pocket and gestured with her hand, "Shh—"
Kong Wu quickly shut his mouth.
Jiang Yan clipped the Snow Goggles to her forehead, ready to push the door open, but Ye Qing raised his hand to stop her, "I'll go."
The commotion they had caused on their way over was not insignificant.
It was highly likely that someone was inside but had not responded at all, probably waiting in hiding with a weapon.
