"Cough, junior sister, don't be afraid, it's me."

Wang Fan stepped back quickly, but his face still got splashed a bit and he started coughing.

I took a step back, increasing the distance between us.

"Senior, I'm sorry."

While wiping his eyes, Wang Fan waved his hand.

"It's not your fault. It's mine. It's good for girls to know how to protect themselves."

Wang Fan's last sentence sounded a bit strange. I tightly held my phone.

"Let's go inside and take a look."

"Sure, junior sister, don't feel guilty. I'm really fine."

Wang Fan revealed his signature sunny and handsome smile, but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it.

We entered Room 103 together.

The furnishings in the room gave a sense of elegance and dignity, indicating that the homeowner had a refined taste.

In the living room, there was a family portrait hanging on the wall behind the sofa.

In the photo, a beautiful woman held a baby who was about a month old, gently leaning against a man's embrace.

The man was not tall and could be described as ugly.

Since Wang Fan entered the room, he seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Junior sister, I'll go to the bathroom to wash my eyes. You can look around first."

"Okay."

Without Wang Fan following me, I loosened my grip on the self-defense spray in my pocket.

I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and the myriad of things inside made me tighten my fist.