On the first day of the new year, I happily brought the guests upstairs while I went to the small bungalow next door to deliver Mr. Chang's clothes.
The small bungalow that Mr. Chang lived in was a large flat with one unit per floor. The area was about 200 square meters, and it was also a straight-up apartment.
I took the elevator to Mr. Chang's house and rang the doorbell twice.
Ding dong. No one came to open the door for a long time.
That's strange, why isn't anyone here?
They had clearly gone home just now!
I suddenly remembered Mr. Chang mentioning that 'there's medicinal cuisine on the stove'. Oh no, this is bad! Could they have gas poisoning?
At the thought of this, I could not help but feel my heart clench, and I began to knock on the door.
The door creaked and opened.
The door wasn't locked?
I shouted 'Mr. Chang' and entered the room.
