Brother Long knocked on the door. His movements were unhurried, almost rhythmic, exuding a sense of calm composure.
Li Sen opened the door. He bent his back slightly, instantly diluting the upright air about him and making him look a bit more roguish. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his expression mild. "Brother Long, I presume? Please, come in."
Brother Long paused. "This is... Fang Xiang isn't here?"
Li Sen gave a slight nod. "He's inside. Please."
Brother Long's eyes swept over Li Sen. He didn't enter, but instead pulled out his phone to call Fang Xiang. The phone rang, and soon Fang Xiang's voice came through. "Brother Long... I... I'm in the bathroom. My stomach suddenly started hurting... Please, come on in first."
"The guy at the door is Li Sen... Ouch, Brother Long, my stomach really hurts... I'm hanging up now..."
Brother Long's suspicions were somewhat appeased, but for some reason, he still felt a sense of unease, as if something bad was about to happen.
