"Knock, knock, knock——" The door was knocked on again.
Song Yi's heart jumped to her throat; it was the middle of the night, too strange.
Her whole body got goosebumps from the knocking.
She slowly approached the door, preparing to look through the peephole to see who it was.
Just as she was about to get close to the door, she felt uneasy and grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table in the living room.
"Ring, ring, ring——"
Just as she reached the door, her phone suddenly rang loudly.
The hand holding the fruit knife trembled sharply, almost cutting her hand, she looked at the phone with vigilant eyes.
Incoming call—Mu Wanxue.
It was her good friend.
The knocking stopped at this point, perhaps the caller heard her ringtone.
Song Yi swallowed, just answered the call, and Mu Wanxue's rather unfriendly voice came through: "Open the door, aren't you awake? I brought you some night snacks."
"Was it you knocking?"
