"Senior brother!" In the phone call, Dan Lingling's voice was very cheerful.
"What can I do for you?" Di Mingzhe didn't want to talk too much with her, so he went straight to the point.
Perhaps he was too blunt; he didn't even make polite conversation. Dan Lingling was taken aback.
But after a moment, she laughed and said, "I bought stinky tofu again. I'm right outside your door. Can you come out to get it?"
"No need." Di Mingzhe refused without consideration, "I appreciate your kindness, but it's late now. You should go home."
"What's the matter?" Dan Lingling's tone immediately dropped. She couldn't help but ask, "I'm right outside your door and you won't even come out to get it? Is there something wrong at home?"
"Nothing is wrong at home, it's just getting late." Di Mingzhe responded.
"What does the time of day have to do with me giving you something?" Lingling questioned.
