After having supper, everyone went home.
Zheng Ren and Su Yun had a small chat about whether dogs could eat food with salt. However, when Zheng Ren reached home and saw the pile of red strings on the coffee table, he instantly lost his mood.
"President Zheng, we've basically used up the red string we made last time." Chang Yue adjusted her glasses and smiled, which was a rare sight,""After my assessment, I think that the red rope that you personally woven will be a strong psychological comfort to your preoperative anxiety. I strongly recommend that you continue."
"Oh." At the thought of weaving red ropes every day, Zheng Ren could only respond listlessly.
Xie Yiren raised her arm and patted Zheng Ren's head to comfort him.
It was getting late, so Zheng Ren put up some red strings and prepared to weave red ropes in the Department after the surgery tomorrow afternoon.
