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"Dong Dong Dong"

Yuan Zhou knocked on the door several times politely and then stopped at the door.

"Who is it?" An old voice came from inside, and it was undoubtedly the voice of the old woman.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door creaked and opened slowly, revealing the figure of the old woman. She was wearing a gray and slightly old cotton-padded jacket, which was well-fitted without a trace of dirt or wrinkles. Her hair was neatly tied behind her head, and her face looked slightly sickly. It was obvious that she was not in good health, but she seemed to be in good spirits.

"Oh, it's little boss Yuan. How come you have time to come over today? come in and have a seat." The granny was both happy and surprised to see Yuan Zhou.

"I heard that you were discharged from the hospital, so I came over to take a look." Yuan Zhou sized up the granny and felt that she was in good spirits. Then, he became slightly relieved.