"Director Zhou, is this enough for you?" Xie Wenkai scooped a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Zhou Jingyun. Only then did Zhou Jingyun wake up from his dazed state. He looked at Jiang Tong and Xie Wenkai, who were both sitting opposite him. Then, he nodded his head dully. "It's enough. Thank you." This time, he was completely awake. He first looked around. The window of the balcony was open, and the clothes that had been hung were fluttering in the wind. In the space between the living room and the television cabinet, the folded clothes drying rack was opened, and the bedsheets were spread out on it. The fresh smell of laundry detergent floated in the room.