"Who's there?"
Zhang Jian, who was in good spirits, was startled by the sudden ring of a cell phone behind him and quickly turned around, his gaze fixed on the curtain.
Hidden behind the curtain, Zhang Xiaoshan held the still-ringing phone, utterly frustrated.
It was a voice call from Shi Yue!
"This woman, seriously, any time except now to call. This will definitely blow my cover," lamented Zhang Xiaoshan as he looked at the caller ID and then hung up the call.
"Who is it, come out."
Zhang Jian walked towards the curtains.
"Whoosh."
He yanked the curtains open,
"Bang."
Before he could see who was hiding behind them, a fist the size of a sandbag landed on his nose.
"Ouch."
Zhang Jian fell to the ground with stars in his eyes and blood gushing from his nose.
"It hurts, it hurts so much."
"You, who are you?"
While holding his nose and wailing, Zhang Jian questioned the sudden appearance of the newcomer.
