In the designing room, Chuan Huan Jing stopped the crinkling sound of the sewing machine and walked across his untidy room to place the last piece to the dress in the mannequin. He looked up to fix his gaze from the thick curly bang in covering his face and smiled with how satisfied he felt from his creations.
He stretched his back counting how many hours he hadn't slept while staring emptily at the clock. "Twenty eight hours of not sleeping." He muttered to let out a big yawn. "No wonder I'm sleepy now. I should eat something first before sleeping." He kept on talking to himself to open the door and walk to see the messy office to be cleaned.
His eyes froze. "A burglar?" He shook his head. "There's no way a burglar would go out of his way to clean before stealing..., right?"
