Xie Qiao had a vague feeling that the sound was not quite right. It was a little dull, almost far away, and it was somewhat unreal.
It kept ringing, it was annoying.
She went out to take a look.
There were many houses in this alley. Every house had their front doors open, and she could see the scene in the courtyard at a glance.
Only the door next door was tightly shut. There was no sound, and it looked lifeless.
"Why is no one living next door?" Xie Qiao asked casually.
"How did you know that no one is living next door? When we first came here, we thought someone was living next door. We even knocked on the door to pay our respects. Who knew that after knocking for a long time, we didn't see the neighbor open the door. Someone even told us that the door next door was empty," Lin Yaxiang said without thinking too much, she said with a smile.
Xie Qiao suddenly felt a little guilty.
