As the rain subsided, a knock echoed on a door in the southeastern part of the city. Soon, footsteps approached, and the door creaked open to reveal a delicate face. The person paused, frowning. “Aren’t you… Lan Wu?” Lan Wu studied her for a moment. “And you are? Isn’t this Miss Chu Jiao’s residence?” The other woman smiled awkwardly. “Yes,…