The woman and Xuan Wen turned their heads at the same time, as sunlight streamed in from the half-open door. Gao Ming, who had been standing by the closet, had somehow left without them noticing.
"My child is back, just outside!" The middle-aged woman hastily hung up the phone and, wearing slippers, ran toward the door, with Xuan Wen quickly following behind her, leaving only the little chubby boy still devouring ribs.
Swinging the door open, the middle-aged woman stepped onto the corridor where the midday sunlight was somewhat dazzling. She looked left and right, but the corridor was empty, not a soul in sight.
"I clearly heard it just now." The middle-aged woman was somewhat puzzled as she grabbed Xuan Wen's hand, "Girl, did you hear that music too? It's my child's ringtone; he's never changed it."
"Ringtone?" Xuan Wen's mind raced, her expression of confusion growing even more evident, "Was there one?"
