Wang Wei squatted in the Wang family's courtyard, having smoked a couple of dry tobacco rolls, when suddenly something felt off.
He stood up and knocked on the door again: "Daxi, what are you doing? Why aren't you done yet?"
The response was still that jaunty Beijing accent: "Look at you, all impatient, is it really necessary? Changing dressing isn't like painting walls, how can it be that quick?"
Wang Wei: "…"
His door-knocking hand froze mid-air, feeling uneasy: "Girl, open the door. How can you not let me see my own niece?"
"That's quite the statement… Why do you need to watch your niece change her dressing? Don't say I didn't warn you ahead, Daxi can't be exposed to the wind right now, forcing your way in is not only hooliganism but also endangering her life!"
Wang Wei silently looked down at the shovel he had just picked up.
Before he could put the tool down, Second Uncle Li's calloused hand grasped the handle of the shovel.
