The fox female strode to the door of the latrine.
"What's taking you so long? Aren't you done yet?"
There was no response from inside.
The fox female frowned. "Are you in there or not?"
Still, there was no response from inside.
The fox female's expression darkened. She reached out and pushed the door open. At that instant, a gust of wind blurred her vision. When she could see again, she found Qiao Xixi frantically pulling on her skirt.
"What's wrong with you? Why would you just push my door open? You like the smell in here or something?"
The fox female's slender, fox-like eyes narrowed. She scanned the room—up, down, left, and right—and only spoke after confirming that there was no way Qiao Xixi could have left.
"I called for you just now. Why didn't you answer?"
Qiao Xixi shot her a speechless glance. "How was I supposed to know you were talking to me?"
The fox female was at a loss for words. "Fine. They've already left. You should hurry over."
"I know."
