Henry Jiang hummed, “Happy New Year’s Day”, and said nothing else.
Frederick Fu felt that Henry Jiang had become annoying. Ever since he put on Henry Jiang’s windbreaker, he imagined that something might happen to them tonight, but unfortunately, there was nothing.
The two people walked into the living room of the rental room in silence. The tenants all went back to their respective rooms to rest. The living room was dark, with only a little white moonlight shining in through the transparent glass window and falling in the center of the living room. On the coffee table, their rooms are adjacent, and they are about to be separated.
The actions of Frederick Fu and Henry Jiang were almost the same. They stopped at the door of the room at the same time, took out the key, and at the same time raised their hands to insert the key into the lock hole.
“Henry Jiang.” But Frederick Fu stopped, and he turned to stop Henry Jiang.
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