I opened that WeChat message and showed it to Yu Rongling, "He's asking when I'm available to go downstairs and discuss matters."
"Can't blame me for being extra cautious around that kid with his shifty eyes," Yu Rongling argued as he touched his nose.
I threw on a jacket and replied with the word "immediately" to Wei Yao.
Slipping into my slippers, I clomped downstairs.
In the living room, Ou Zongren and Wei Yao were both present.
The entire living room was shrouded in smoke; it was like a gas chamber.
I started coughing, "Why are you guys smoking so much?"
"You came down pretty quickly." Wei Yao was somewhat surprised.
He lowered his head to glance at his phone screen, only then seeing my WeChat reply.
He stood up and turned on the indoor ventilation system from the living room control panel.
Ou Zongren also stubbed out his cigarette and apologized with a hint of regret, "Sorry, we thought you'd take a bit longer."
