"Is Huai Xu at home?"
"She should be."
Zhou Li walked to the door, saw it was still tightly closed, and said to Brother Nan, "Or she might have gone out to play."
Usually, Huai Xu would come to open the door for him as soon as he reached it.
But he still knocked.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Only a faint voice came from inside, "Come in!"
Zhou Li, with a puzzled expression, turned his back to Brother Nan. He asked her to help him get the keys from his small bag, insert them into the lock, and turn them several times.
CREAK...
Inside, a figure lay spread-eagled on the living room floor. It was a girl, her chest visibly rising and falling. Her long hair was splayed out on the floor—not neatly like in movies or photoshoots, but rather disheveled.
An open packet of potato chips rested on her stomach.
On the floor beside her were fried chicken, French fries, canned cola, and snacks like jam-filled cookies.
"See? I told you she was at home."
"Uh..."
