"What are you calling them for?" Bai Zini, holding the doorknob, closed Ke Mingye's room door and asked with annoyance.
"People come to stay at our home; we can't just ignore them."
As Ke Mingye spoke, he walked downstairs with Bai Zini. Passing by the kitchen, he glanced at Bai Wenna from the corner of his eye.
"Mom, we're going out for a walk," he said.
Bai Wenna, draped in an apron, was tidying up the kitchen cabinets. Without turning her head, she said, "Come back early, don't be like your father. Every time he says he's just going downstairs for some cigarettes, he ends up coming back well past midnight."
"Okay."
After speaking, Ke Mingye picked up his mobile phone and looked at the screen, slowly walked to the front door, mechanically put on his sneakers by the shoe cabinet, then stepped out of the house and waited in front of the elevator for the cabin to ascend.
"Are you really okay?" the girl asked in the dark.
"I'm fine."
