At Tang Baona's house.
Both the living room sofa and coffee table are overflowing with various printed documents. Tang Baona sits on the sofa, flipping through some of the files whilst deep in thought, a frown etched onto her face as she stares at the notebook on her knees.
As for Yang Zhen'er, she is uncharacteristically volunteering to clean up the dishes, and even takes them to the kitchen to wash.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Yang Zhen'er walks over, grabs a small ottoman and sits down next to the coffee table, resting her chin on her hands, her brow furrowed deeply in thought.
Tang Baona, who was busy working, couldn't help but glance at her roommate. When Yang Zhen'er was around, she was usually a constant chatterbox, easy to ignore while Baona continued her work. But today, her silence seemed out of place and unexpected, prompting Baona to pay attention.
"What are you thinking about?" Tang Baona finally couldn't help but ask.
