Feng Yin answered the phone.
“Come on? You put it at the door. What does it mean to not put it down?”
“Wait a minute.”
Feng Yin hung up the phone and looked at Ala who continued running next to him.
“How many things do you have? Is a doghouse not enough?”
Ala dodged his eyes and ran up.
“Okay, Allah, you feel guilty!”
Feng Yin chased after him, ran back to the entrance of the building with Allah, and went upstairs.
When a man and a dog got off the elevator, they didn’t come out of the elevator for a long time.
Alla took the lead in placing four claws, and stood against the wall after coming out of the elevator. If it weren’t for the posture that it wouldn’t allow, it would probably be able to surrender with his hands on the wall.
Feng Yin held the phone in one hand and walked out tentatively with one foot.
“What is this for? Is there a public morality? The corridor is full of people. I really think that the corridor belongs to your home.”
A neighbor of Feng Yin went out to throw garbage, but was stopped by a pile of things.
What can windbreaker say?
“I’m sorry, I’ll store it temporarily, take it in.”
The humble Feng Yin first ran and jumped to the door and opened it.
“All these?”
“No.”
Two couriers wearing some courier vests at the door answered with a smile.
“That’s fine, what are you going to carry it up?”
Feng Yin opened the door and picked up a box blocking the door.
“This is only one-third of the goods, and two-thirds of them–“
“Touch!”
Feng Yin threw the box in his hand out of the house.