Click, click.

Ning Yan stopped slightly and suddenly heard the sound of gears grinding.

The cell was very quiet, so quiet that any small movement would be infinitely amplified. He quietly listened to the concert of gears and bearings, with the rhythm sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Bangdang.

The door lock fell to the ground, and someone opened the cell door.

"You don't seem surprised?"

The man's face was hidden in the shadows, but his voice was very pleasant.

Ning Yan stretched for a long time and gently handed the paper airplane forward, and saw it draw a perfect arc in the air and land accurately in the opponent's hand.

"Boring."

The man rolled the paper airplane into a ball indifferently and was about to throw it away, but suddenly noticed Ning Yan's playful eyes, and slowly unfolded the paper ball out of curiosity.

It is the registration document of Zhang Feizhou’s ladder truck.

Signed, Miao Zhu.

Ning Yan propped up his chin with one hand and said with a half-smile, "The arrival of Tianqiaoxing really makes the humble house shine."
Chapter completed!