"Hey, Mo Xiuchen."
Cheng Jia called out happily, sitting up from the bed as she spoke.
"Open the door."
Mo Xiuchen's voice came through the phone, deep and magnetic. Hearing it, Cheng Jia's heart started to race. She threw off the light blanket and climbed out of bed, "Mo Xiuchen, you... Are you back?"
"Yeah."
A single, neutral syllable, revealing no emotion.
"Wait a moment, Xiuchen, I'll open the door for you right away," Cheng Jia said, forgetting about her painful foot. As she stepped down, she yelped in pain. On the other end of the phone, a cold smirk angle formed at the corner of Mo Xiuchen's mouth as he heard her cry, then he hung up the call.
Cheng Jia hopped to the door on one foot and opened it, only to find that the person standing at the door was not Mo Xiuchen. Instead, she was greeted by a white-dressed, long-haired woman with bloody eyes. Her eyes widened in terror, and she let out a scream, before fainting and collapsing at the doorway.
"How boring."