"Alright, alright, we're at the door already, it doesn't make sense not to go in." Mrs. Smith immediately coaxed her. Emma pretended to be unwilling, which actually put Mrs. Smith at ease. The two walked to the door and knocked.
"Knock knock."
"Who is it?" Inside, a man's voice came out.
"It's me, Emma Smith," Emma quickly replied.
With a creak, the door opened, and Emma saw a familiar face: one of Robert Thomson's technical directors she had met at a meeting. Seeing her, the man quickly sized up Emma from top to bottom and pretended to think: "You are... Emma? Yo, when did you and Robert... get married, you already have a child."
Emma said, "Not too long ago."
"Oh, please come in, please come in." The man welcomed the two in, and Mrs. Smith took a look - it was a three-bedroom apartment. The decoration was simple and neat, and all household appliances were available - however, Emma knew at a glance that this was Robert's doing.
