Separated by the door, without straining my ears, I could clearly hear the noises outside.
Even before Cong Shan had returned, my room's door had been knocked upon several times.
It's just that each time, Su Li would deter people with a cold face before they even opened their mouths.
She's not their mother or father, why should she care whether they have meat to eat?
Quickly, following the sound of the doorknob turning, Cong Shan's gentle voice came through.
"Xiao Li, I'm back."
The Cong Shan that appeared before Su Li's eyes looked pitiful and not in great shape.
He looked like he'd been fished out from the water, with his face and the skin of his arms that were exposed, all sunburnt red and peeling.
If it had been the original owner, she would have rushed up with concern, not caring whether he'd found work.
But Su Li wasn't like that. Hearing the noise, she listlessly glanced up and asked, "How did it go, how was the job search?"