"Yes, I'm just sitting around doing nothing," Huo Jingting's voice involuntarily rose, "I'm so idle, that I started thinking about you."
"..."
Gu Nanqiao heard his displeasure in his tone; she had no desire to engage with him and instinctively wanted to hang up.
But Huo Jingting, as if he had anticipated this, spoke before she could hang up, "Try hanging up on me and see what happens."
"What on earth do you want?" Gu Nanqiao gasped for air, choked with agitation, "If you have something to say, say it, otherwise don't bother me. Who has time to entertain your unreasonableness during the New Year's celebration?"
The man pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly commanded, "Come out and open the door for me."
"What?" Gu Nanqiao's pitch rose in disbelief, questioning her own hearing.
On New Year's Eve, he wasn't staying properly at home but was out and about for no reason?
"Come out and open the door," he repeated, "I'm at the door now."
"You..."