Thump, thump, thump...
Knocking sounds came from the door.
Qiao Wenbin's brows furrowed, and he bellowed at the door, "Can't you understand? I said I don't want coffee, tea, or snacks. If it's work, handle it yourself! I don't want to be disturbed by anyone!"
Previously, Sun and several colleagues were worried that something might happen to Qiao Wenbin, so they knocked on the door several times under the pretext of delivering coffee, tea, or snacks, only to be scolded and sent away by Qiao Wenbin.
This time, Qiao Wenbin also thought it was Sun and the others knocking, so he hurled another round of insults.
Just then, the knocking at the door came again, followed by a gentle female voice, "Bin, it's me."
"Auntie Xinling?"
Qiao Wenbin immediately recognized the female voice outside as his own aunt, Yuan Xinling.
Qiao Wenbin could be indifferent and berate others, but his auntie Xinling was the only one he could never treat rudely.
