In Wang Zhifan's perception, the atmosphere around the hunched old man was very peculiar. Within a few seconds, he appeared before the three of them from the elevator area. Without waiting for them to speak first, the old man turned his head towards the young man in a school uniform walking toward the lobby sofa leisure area and shouted:
"Young man, come over here."
The old man's voice was not loud, almost feeble with an elderly tone, yet his words seemed to possess an unusual penetrative power. As soon as he spoke, Wang Zhifan and the others saw the school uniformed young man, who had been walking away from them, immediately turn around and quickly return, jogging over to stand with them before the hunched old man.
"Hmm... Since everyone is here, I, as the building manager of this Apartment No. 444, will explain the rules here. I hope you won't interrupt; I'll give you time for questions after I've finished."
