Fifteen minutes later, Yan Yinuo came out of the room, unsteadily using her crutches.
George was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with an old radio in front of him, leisurely listening to a broadcast.
The living room was filled with the pure American English voice of the announcer.
Yan Yinuo broke the silence, apologetically saying, "George, I'm sorry, I seem to be late."
George nodded, "It's alright."
It seemed like the person who angrily knocked on her door just now was not the same as the one in front of her.
Which is to say, George's temper is unpredictable, he is too changeable.
"Getting up so early, do you have any plans?" After taking a while, Yan Yinuo carefully made her way in front of him.
George looked up and glanced at her.
"Hmm." George didn't say more, keeping it mysterious.
Yan Yinuo didn't ask further and went to have breakfast.
"Go out for a walk in the park, take the pedometer, walk two thousand steps."
