Before Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru could open their mouths, Director Zhang, already livid, had quickly walked to 1801 and opened his own apartment door.
Wang Zhao Ping and Qin Xiaoru exchanged a glance and followed him. The old man, clearly a lover of drama, also unapologetically followed.
"Click!"
"Move, move… The enemy's going to catch the top laner! Come on! If you can't handle it, stop feeding the enemy please!"
"Quick, quick! Gather up, team. Hurry up, family!"
"That Dharma, you're really into Buddha, aren't you? Can you kill someone already?"
As soon as everyone entered, they heard a series of rapid keyboard tapping and passionate live commentary coming from a room.
Director Zhang's face turned even darker.
Walking through the living room into the bedroom, they saw his son, earphones on, youthfully engaging with his computer, the screen full of dazzling skills.