Ye Hao shut the door and looked towards Wei Ling.
"Why is the cat here?"
Wei Ling stood up. "He's in a bad mood and came to let loose. He didn't drink this time though, so the 'singing' will probably end in an hour or two."
An hour or two...
"How long have you been sitting here?" Ye Hao asked.
Wei Ling took out his phone to check the time. "Fifty minutes, almost an hour."
Ye Hao shooked his head. He was about to suggest they find another place to talk when the door opened.
This time, there was no shrieking. Zheng Tan had opened the door himself. He opened the door for the group and jumped back onto the sofa to rest. He was tired and felt much better. He drank a glass of water and was ready to rest.
Ye Hao looked at the opened door and eyed Wei Ling.
The later shrugged and entered the room.
