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Shang Jianyao happily walked to the classic-looking building and planned on knocking on the door. He had always been polite.

Just as he approached the door, a slightly sharp female voice sounded from the only lit room in the entire building. "Don't come in!"

This was spoken in the Red River language.

The voice sounded far into the dark and quiet street, bringing out a hollowness to it.

"Why?" Shang Jianyao asked in confusion. He stopped by the street and looked up at the lit window on the second floor.

On the painted glass, a faint yellow light quietly effused, but it didn't outline a figure.

The slightly sharp female voice sounded again, but it became a little calmer. "This is my home. Nobody is allowed in."

"Oh, oh, oh." Shang Jianyao readily agreed.

At this moment, only the street lamps beside him and the building's second floor had light to dispel the darkness.