"Knock knock knock!"
The knocking on the door was incessant, as if someone was chasing after their life from behind.
"Lian Qingyang, can't you just knock on the door properly?" Bai Qing immediately knew it was Lian Qingyang outside upon hearing the knocking. Aside from him, no one else would be there.
When Lian Qingyang would knock on the door, he'd exhibit such urgency, as though he bore a grudge against the door.
"I knocked... not that hard though." Lian Qingyang released his hand, thinking about the sound he made just now. It did seem a bit rough, his voice betraying a hint of guilt.
Bai Qing, not amused, tossed the remaining bits of the duck's feet bones at Lian Qingyang.
With quick reflexes, Lian Qingyang dodged and, at the same time, bumped the two bags he was holding to the side.
