Being completely unaware of the complex emotions in that gaze, Sister Hong, who didn't feel that her house had collapsed at all, was not afraid of Ajian's gaze at all. She just smiled with glee before starting to help.
Two heavy suitcases were taken out of the elevator, and the homeowner stood huddled aside, feeling uneasy.
"You are such a..." Sister Hong frowned and didn't say the last two words, but just said "tsk" very lightly. But everyone understood what Sister Hong meant - what a nuisance.
No wonder he forced the players to protect him. With such a high level of hatred, he could get into trouble even when riding in an elevator. If he walked around the villa alone, he probably wouldn't be able to walk back with all his limbs intact.
The owner of the house pulled the corners of his lips awkwardly, and with his bruised face, he actually looked quite ferocious. He was indeed very unconvinced, but there was a demon beside him, and he still remembered the loss he had suffered before, so he didn't even dare to refute, and only said timidly: "Yes, yes, you are talking about..."
Taking the elevator is not safe. In fact, walking up the stairs is not much safer either. Given how hateful the landlord is, the players all suspect that halfway through his walk, he will be kicked down from above like a ball by a ghost.
The most foolproof method is of course to avoid danger at its source. Living on the lower floors is the easiest. Sister Hong also looked gloomy and asked him with a sigh, "Can you just stay on the first floor and don't think about climbing up."
Of course the owner wanted to live on the lower floor, as the elevator alone had a huge psychological impact on him. But he looked at Jie Zhouyan very cautiously and didn't dare to act presumptuously in front of him - after all, the first floor was the main house, and it was not his turn to live there.
As a result, Jie Zhouyan ignored him and focused his eyes on the trial resident in the white shirt. He seemed to be in a trance, and his coldness and hostility had melted away a lot. As a straight man, the landlord didn't know where the strange atmosphere between them came from. He thought it was the boss's appreciation of a homosexual who was obviously very skilled. He also felt that Jie Zhouyan seemed very easy to talk to, and seeing that he didn't refute the proposal of the female trial resident, he tentatively said: "Then I will live on the first floor, eh, is that okay?"
Jie Zhouyan didn't answer him at all, or he didn't even realize that the landlord was asking him.
In Jie Zhouyan's opinion, as long as the homeowner didn't think of moving to the second floor to disturb him, he wouldn't mind even if he slept on the floor in the living room.
After the test, we decided on the next room, but the landlord had a hard time carrying the luggage.
The two people who had been there before were no longer able to help him. Lao Wang had just been frightened and had mistakenly thought that a teammate had died. He was sweating all over and had no strength left. Ah Jian looked extremely gloomy. His hand holding the peach wood sword was so dark that his fingertips turned pale. Just by looking at his expression at this moment, one could see that his eyes were filled with evil spirits, as if he was holding unspeakable resentment. Even the owner of the house was smarter at this time and did not go to cause trouble.
As for the others, they had no intention of helping him carry the luggage, so the landlord had to do it himself, dragging the suitcase with great effort.
The owner of the house realized that he might be the person with the lowest status in this villa, and no one else could afford to offend him. This scene was completely different from what he had imagined before coming here, and it almost made him shed tears of sadness.