A few hours earlier, Qin mansion.
Sunday has always been Qin Shoiming's favorite day of the week. It was the one day of the week that he could just relax.
His schedule was so packed all other days of the week, it was a miracle he even had time to eat. After close to two decades on the job, he had gotten used to his responsibilities.
However, that did not stop his frequent hunger for a break. He just wanted a day when he did not have to go into the company or chase after his cousins to clean up their mess.
Like a typical Sunday morning, Qin Shoiming woke up at 7:30 am. He liked to put in an extra hour of sleep to make up for the missed sleep during the previous week.
He picked up the remote from his bedside table, pointed to the window, and pressed the button to lift the shatters.
He pulled back his duvet and sat up from the bed. His room had an excellent view of the entire compound.
