All of that was irrelevant; the thing that made Qinghe wish she could dig a hole and bury Ginny was when she was home alone on the phone with Weisheng Yueren. Unbeknownst to her, Ginny and her company had come back, apparently having had a few drinks. As soon as they entered the house, they were as boisterous as a battlefield. Perhaps due to the alcohol, their excitement was even higher than usual, and the piercing cries carried straight to her.
These were just regular residential houses with naturally poor soundproofing. She could feel that as soon as those noises started, Weisheng Yueren fell silent on the other end of the line, and his breathing seemed a bit unstable.
She decisively hung up the phone, intending to go outside and call him back, but after thinking it over, she felt too embarrassed to do so. She really wanted to drag the two out onto the streets to make a public spectacle of them.
