The fun had had its run. Hearing no more sounds from outside the door, Charlotte Thompson peeked through the peephole again.
Jordan Thompson was scratching his ears and rubbing his cheeks, his anxious demeanor was just too funny.
Charlotte deliberately waited a bit longer before opening the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she found Jordan lying in an extraordinarily sleazy posture at the door.
He looked both hilarious and pitiable.
At the sound of the door opening, Jordan turned his head like a stray cat upon hearing its owner, his eyes full of hope.
"Sis, I knew you wouldn't leave me behind." Jordan pouted his lip, his pitiable look was just too much!
Charlotte couldn't help but shiver, letting out a hiss.
"Alright, alright, stop it. People might think I've kicked you out, come in now."
Charlotte said, making some room for him.
However, Jordan just stood there, his big eyes looking at her with a pitiful expression.