"I understand, then, goodbye."
To Song Weiyi's surprise, Uncle Zhang hung up the phone neatly.
All that remained in her ears was the dial tone.
It didn't mean anything.
The next moment, there was a "bang bang bang" knock on the door.
Song Weiyi was startled, and quickly swung her own room door open.
The knocking on the living room's main door was loud.
"Who is it? What do you want?" Old Lady Xu bent down to change her shoes and shouted towards the door.
"We're here to fix the heating, open the door." The people outside made it sound so believable.
Damn heating, their home's heating wasn't broken at all.
But Old Lady Xu didn't know, thinking Song Weiyi had called someone, "Fixing the heating, huh? Oh, hold on."
As she spoke, she got up, intending to open the door.
Seeing this, Song Weiyi's heart missed a beat, and she rushed over to grab Old Lady Xu's hand.
"Don't rush to open the door."
"Oh, Weiyi, have you finished your call? Is your room's heating broken?"
