"Who is it? Calling in the middle of the day, don't you know Ansheng is busy watching short videos?"
On the outer wall of the Xinxing Agricultural Research Institute's female dormitory, a small white fox was sitting on the air conditioning unit.
It showed a look of resentment, reached out a hand, rummaged through the "rumbling" air conditioning unit, and pulled out a phone from the metal grill behind the air conditioner.
"Who on earth would call in such 35-degree heat and make me sit on this air conditioning unit blowing hot air. You better have a reason, if you're just messing with Ansheng, don't blame my hammer for having no eyes."
The dorm isn't like home; Ansheng found it hard to hide his phone in Ah Qing's dorm.
But he didn't receive many calls usually, so he just left it in the air conditioning unit outside the dormitory.
