Xia Bo was huddling in front of the small dressing table in her bedroom, putting on a face mask and sending WeChat messages to the Xia family.
Out of habit, she placed her legs on the chair and hugged her knees.
This was a habit she had developed in her small rented apartment. Because of the small space, not to mention the sofa, even a second chair could not fit in the room.
The only small table that could be used as a dining table and a dressing table was between the wall and the small bed, and it was only the size of a pitiful two elbows. As for the matching chair, she had to rent it and ask the landlord to match it.
The landlord was also thrifty. He found a rather complete chair from the old ones with broken legs that the neighbors had thrown away. He sawed the four legs into the same length and brought it to her to use.
