Night had fallen.
His parents had just returned from their stroll. They opened the door and came back into the house.
"Why is there still no news?" his father complained.
His mother closed the door. "There are so many people in Asia, so there must definitely be someone who can step up to the challenge. Why are you so anxious about it?"
His father said angrily, "How can I not be anxious? They're bullying us to our doorsteps!"
"Eh? Where's Little Ye?" His mother went to look for him.
From his room, Zhang Ye's voice sounded out, "I'm in my room."
His mother asked, "Did someone come to our house? Why is it so messy?"
Zhang Ye said, "Yes, yes."
His father asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Ye said, "I'm busy with something. I'll talk about it later."
His father acknowledged, "Then go do whatever you need to do."
In Zhang Ye's room.
