"I heard the person died three days ago."
"Sigh, it's really pitiful. There wasn't even anyone around when they passed away."
"It's better this way. It's a kind of relief."
The crowd chattered away, talking all at once. At this moment, the couple from the apartment across the hall came downstairs, clutching several massive bags. They rushed over, shouting as they ran, "Make way, make way!" With that, they started pushing their way to the very front of the line.
The people at the front scowled and reprimanded them, "Everyone is lining up. What are you two pushing for? Please wait in line!"
Someone even shouted directly at Wang Liping, "Sister Wang, there are two people here who aren't lining up!"
Wang Liping walked over, recognizing the couple from room 1601, and immediately said, "Yang Hong, Zhang Qiang, you two go to the back and line up."
