monitoring. A loud crash came from the direction of her living room just now, and the baby monitor in her bedroom suddenly stopped working. She threw her phone on the bed with a complain, "Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you not to throw things around in the living room? The furniture is expensive!" just about to stand up and go check, the doorbell rang. She paused for a second then sighed dramatically, "Please, someone's at the door when I'm halfway out of my wits. Is this some kind of joke?" clearly heard it was a young man's voice, answering the door was quite a hassle. Still, she had to get up and walk over to the peephole. She muttered to herself, "At least he knows to stay outside and not to come in without permission." But when she opened the door, her expression froze. The man standing there had a disheveled hairstyle, stylish clothes that looked expensive, and a youthful yet charming smile that immediately lit up her eyes.