"He hung up on you? He didn't say anything else?" Mei Xiawen tilted his head to look at the room at the end of the corridor, "Was it not a good time? Maybe he had a guest."
Gu Nianzhi frowned. "I'm not sure. He didn't saything and hung up before I could finish."
Meanwhile, He Zhichu was sitting in the single seater sofa before the French windows in his room. He held an application form and stared at the one 1"x1" photograph for a few minutes. He then called Wen Shouyi, his teaching assistant who lived next door. "Shouyi, come over for a second."
Next door, Wen Shouyi closed her laptop. She fluffed her hair in the mirror and changed into heels before coming out. As soon as she exited, she saw a young man and a young woman at the other end of the corridor. They made an attractive pair—the man was slender and elegant, while the woman was delicate and beautiful. She eyed them before knocking on He Zhichu's door.
"Come in."
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