At that moment, an apology, years in the making, was on the verge of being voiced. Ultimately, it was cut off by the ringtone of a cell phone. The words remained unsaid, his determined lips pursed tightly, the corners like steep cliffs exuding an irritated aloofness.
"Brother, your phone!" She patted his briefcase.
He swiftly opened the zipper, pulled out the phone, and barked as if ready to slaughter the caller: "What is it!"
The person on the other end was terrified by his tone, trembling as they said: "Is this Mr. Lu? I'm a jewelry store delivery person."
Jewelry store, he remembered. There was a call this morning, but he wasn't home, so he asked them to wait until he was back.
"I'm at home now, come over."
"Mr. Lu, I'm already at the entrance of your complex, the gatekeeper said I need your permission to enter."
"Then wait. I'll tell the gatekeeper to let you in." After ending the call, he instructed the gatekeeper to allow entry.
