"By the time you get to the entrance of the barracks, the bus will definitely have left. Going there will be pointless. You might as well stay at home, rest, then make lunch and wait for me to come back and eat with you." He Teng leaned against the bathroom door with a mischievous smile, raised his hand, and pointed at the clock on the living room wall to remind He Zhilan.
He Zhilan looked up and saw that indeed, from the family courtyard to the entrance of the barracks, the bus had already left!
"Don't come back at noon! I won't make you lunch! And don't come back at night either! In fact, don't ever come back!" He Zhilan was really furious as she threw her bag towards He Teng and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
He Teng, quick-witted, caught He Zhilan's bag in mid-air, murmuring to himself that He Zhilan, who usually barely lost her temper, was indeed terrifying when she did.
