Under the icy gaze of Beichuan Si, the middle-aged man couldn't help but step back twice.
He didn't understand why he was afraid of a young man, but Beichuan Si's eyes were like some dangerous and terrifying object, making his legs uncontrollably tremble.
"What, what do you want to do?" the middle-aged man gasped, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Beichuan Si watched him for a long time before he finally looked away and said,
"Which room does the landlord live in?"
"... Room 152. It's downstairs," the middle-aged man said, swallowing his saliva with difficulty while his fingers trembled as he pointed to the floor.
"Is that so?" Beichuan Si walked past the middle-aged man without expression.
Without an apology or thanks.
After all, the man was just someone who casually gossiped about others, and Beichuan Si inherently had a poor impression of such people.
Not hitting him was already the best reward Beichuan Si could give for the information the man had provided.
