Zhou Jiao listened as the guard said over the phone that there was a female comrade named Zhao Yuanyuan at the gate.
"What? Who did you say again?"
"Zhao Yuanyuan. She's alone and said she's looking for you."
"Please help me keep her there, don't let her leave. I'll be right over."
Old Mrs. Cheng, listening on the side, asked, "Jiao Jiao, who is it?"
"Auntie, it's Zhao Yuanyuan. I'll go get her first. She came without notifying me in advance, and Uncle Dashan didn't tell my dad either. Could something have happened?"
"Oh dear, just let her come in directly... run slowly, be careful not to slip."
Before Old Mrs. Cheng could finish her sentence, Zhou Jiao had already dashed off, prompting her to mildly complain to Ping'an, "Why is your mom in such a hurry? The person's outside; they won't just leave."
Ping'an glanced outside, "Great-grandmother, is it Auntie Zhao Yuanyuan, the one with the loud voice from back home?"
