Mu Mian walked into the living room and poured herself a glass of milk, sipping at it leisurely.
The telephone in the living room suddenly rang.
Mu Mian walked over without hesitation and answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Who are you? I'm looking for my husband."
Mu Mian frowned, "You've got the wrong number."
"I haven't dialed incorrectly!" The girl on the other end of the line said with anger, "I'm looking for my husband; my husband is Gong Heng, isn't this his phone number?"
"Hmm?" Mu Mian was momentarily stunned, but the next moment she laughed, "I didn't understand why you got it wrong at first, but now I can tell you. Because your husband is Gong Heng, that's why you got it wrong."
Then, Mu Mian hung up the phone without another word.
She continued to slowly sip the milk in her hands, the warm milk entering her stomach made her feel very content.
She had just had a sandwich and now, with a glass of milk, she felt even hungrier.
