Door knocking resounded at the entrance, "Must be that blockhead making the noise," Mo Xixi peered through the door's peephole, and sure enough, it was the face of Ren Minghang tinged with a mix of panic and excitement.
Hearing no one respond inside the room for quite some time made Ren Minghang even more anxious. He was still holding a container of freshly stewed takeout pigeon soup. Just before, when he came up, he had looked around to make sure Lin Yi wasn't there before he proceeded to the door.
"I mean, will you let the sick rest or not?" After playing dead for quite a while and noticing the person outside showed no signs of leaving, Mo Xixi deliberately lowered her voice and applied some foundation to her lips and face to appear "weak and powerless" as she opened the door.
"Ah, sorry," seeing someone other than Xia You, Ren Minghang couldn't help but feel disappointed, his eyes unavoidably wandering into the apartment.
