The person who opened the door was evidently his bodyguard, with a massive build and the air of a trained fighter.
His sharp eyes scrutinized Yu Zhi up and down, his voice cold: "What do you want?"
Yu Zhi raised a box in one hand while pointing at the air conditioner behind him with the other hand. Worried he wouldn't understand, she pulled out a wrench from the box to show him.
"Can't you talk?" The bodyguard stared at her suspiciously, as though trying to bore holes into her with his gaze.
Yu Zhi nodded slightly. While under his piercing stare, she casually swung the wrench at face level toward the interior of the house.
"Are you a repair technician?" The bodyguard retreated two steps discreetly, bombarding her with questions: "What are you fixing? Work ID? Who asked you to come?"
At those words, Yu Zhi tightened her grip on the wrench. A glimmer of impatience flashed through her eyes, hidden beneath the shadow of her cap.
