Knock, knock, knock.
The sound of knocking arose, Jiang Fujian clutched his phone, frantically scrolling through videos, acting as though he hadn't heard anything.
He was now envying the dog at Jiang Fuzhen's house again, deciding that once this affair was over—if he was still alive—he would get three dogs. Three black dogs. That way, even if the dogs couldn't overcome others, at least they could detect filthy things.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Jiang Fujian…" The voice from outside came through the door, somewhat indistinct and yet feeling a bit familiar, sounding even more like some filthy thing.
Jiang Fujian scrolled through the videos even faster.
Knock, knock.
"Uncle Eleven!" Jiang Yuan shouted loudly.
Jiang Fujian jolted to his feet, hurriedly put down his phone, rushed to the door, peeked through the peephole, and then opened the door excitedly, "Jiang Yuan... I thought I was going to die... Thank goodness you came..."