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8, Chapter 8(2/2)

Chen Feng: "Yeah."

"What kind of friend are you? He seems to be quite rich. That car is not affordable for ordinary people. It is a luxury car. Where did you meet this friend, Lao Chen?"

Chen Feng paused, turned to look at Wang Baqiang, and said expressionlessly: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

The tortoise's face turned green and he stopped where he was.

Chen Feng heard the doorbell again near early in the morning.

Everything happened by chance. As soon as Chen Feng was about to get out of bed and open the door, his cell phone rang.

Chen Feng put on his shoes and opened the door while answering the phone.

The call was connected, but the person on the other side didn't speak.

"Hello, I'm Chen Feng." Chen Feng spoke first.

"Why..." There was a man's voice over there, "I changed your faucet and the sink. What did I do wrong? Why do you still give me a bad review?"

The man's voice gradually became distorted, and the sound of smashing things came from the other end of the phone: "I have worked so hard, why do you treat me like this, why -"

Chen Feng was stunned on the spot.

He gave the guy a bad review because the faucet was dripping.

This clearly happened in a dream.

...but it's not a dream.

So, the dirty ceiling, broken glass, and sesame seeds scattered on the floor - if it's not a dream, what is it?

Why is the ceiling dirty?

Why does glass break?

The sesame seeds sprinkled all over the floor seemed to move.

If not sesame seeds, what are they?

"Ding dong——"

The doorbell is ringing.

Chen Feng held the phone and looked at the door.

He suddenly remembered that he had only heard his doorbell ring three times.

Yesterday, and now.

Chen Feng finally understood where the deep feeling of disobedience that arose in his heart came from when the girl left yesterday.

His door has no doorbell at all.

"Ding dong——"

The doorbell rang again.

It seems like it will never stop.

An absurd and weird atmosphere spreads from around you.

The window in the living room was open, and the night wind from the 33rd floor roared in, blowing Chen Jiuxing's handiwork on the table to Chen Feng's feet.
Chapter completed!
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