Night, ten o'clock, quiet.
The neon lights in the city are also extinguished.
The employees of the Qin's Building are all off work.
In the street in front of the building, it has not been stopped for a long time. Under the dim light, there are thousands of people, and the broom is rushing to sweep the street.
People who do not have brooms and mops directly pull a piece of cloth to wipe the ground, which can be described as "attentiveness to duties."
They have to. It is obviously much easier to sweep the street than to lose their lives.
Qin's Building, the suite of Nangong Yiren.
Qin Feng was sitting on the two-seat sofa against the falling window, looking at the starry night scene. A cup of coffee was on the small table next to him, with a faint steaming.
"What are you thinking about?"
Nangong Yiren had just finished the shower, changed white silk pajamas, and the hair was slightly moist. She sits next to Qin Feng.
