"Yes!" Xie Zhiyao nodded, taking the mailman in from head to toe, and noticing that this person was wrapped up tight, suspicious all over, she instinctively took a step back and asked defensively, "What are you doing at my house?"
The mailman just glanced up briefly, swept his eyes over Xie Zhiyao, and continued to shout, "Xie Qishan, come out—"
"My dad's not here!" Xie Zhiyao was getting impatient and, fearing the mailman, stood aside, carefully watching his movements.
It was as if the mailman hadn't heard her, ignoring her and barging right in, shouting as he searched all over the house, up and down the floors.
"I've told you several times, my dad's not here!" Xie Zhiyao was angry about the mailman's intrusion, and by this time, her tone had soured, as she followed the mailman up and down, complaining!