Xia Han woke up the next day to find that the door wouldn't open.
He called Chuzheng, his voice a bit hoarse from just waking up, soft, sounding like he was cooing, "Little Beauty, my door won't open."
"Mhm."
Xia Han: "..."
Xia Han waited a few seconds.
"Little Beauty, can you help me check why the door won't open?" Xia Han held the phone.
Chuzheng coldly rejected him: "I'm busy."
Xia Han: "..."
The call had already been disconnected on the other end. Xia Han looked at his phone, what's going on?
Why did she hang up on me?
Xia Han tugged at the door a few more times, but it was completely stuck. He looked towards the window; it could be opened, but he couldn't get down from there.
"Little Beauty! Little Beauty!"
Xia Han leaned out of the window and shouted downwards.
Chuzheng floated outside with a cold face, looking up at Xia Han.
"What are you yelling for?" So annoying.
"Hurry up and help me open the door."