"Old man, you're not looking for the cat anymore?" Cheng Jingtian asked.
To the fat old man, the smile on his face became increasingly unnerving.
"No, no, old man I am optimistic. What's losing a cat in the grand scheme of things?" The fat old man suddenly shook his fan vigorously, "And let me tell you, the old man naturally has a strong voice, I shout and the whole building can hear."
As he spoke, his voice suddenly rose several times louder, buzzing in Cheng Jingtian's ears and stiffening his face, and even outside the stairway corridor, it could be heard clearly.
"Dad, are you in there?" the voice of a middle-aged man came from outside the door at that moment.
Cheng Jingtian stepped aside and opened the door.
The fat old man's expression brightened as he walked out with his fan, saying, "Son, I didn't see Bai, let's look elsewhere."
As he spoke, he shivered and turned his head to glance at the still door curtain behind him.
