Ye Hao slammed the door shut and looked at Wei Leng.
"Why has it come over again?"
Wei Leng stood up, stretched his body, and replied, "That guy is in a bad mood, came here to vent. But he hasn't been drinking this time, shouting for an hour or two should do it."
An hour or two...
"How long have you been squatting here?" Ye Hao asked.
Wei Leng took out his phone to check, "Over 50 minutes, nearly an hour."
Ye Hao shook his head, was about to suggest changing locations, as it wasn't reasonable to keep Wei Leng waiting here indefinitely, but before he could speak, the door opened.
This time, without "Magic Sound," Zheng Tan opened the door himself, glanced briefly at the people outside, then headed to the sofa to lie down and rest. He was tired from singing; after venting his emotions, drinking some water, and relieving himself, he felt much better.
Ye Hao, observing the open door, gave Wei Leng a look, seeking his decision.
