"Hi?"
"Hey! Snap out of it!"
The call from the plump middle-aged man brought Chen Yu back from his thoughts; his eyes refocused.
"If there are no other issues, you should rest tonight and set off early tomorrow." the plump middle-aged man tapped the table, "I'll have someone send you out."
"Okay." Chen Yu nodded, not saying anything else, and turned to walk out of the office.
"Snap!"
"Remember!" the plump middle-aged man sat back in his boss chair and snapped his fingers, "Be here at seven sharp tomorrow morning."
Leaving the medieval-style castle.
With a solemn expression, Chen Yu wandered around the vast air-raid shelter, lost in thought.
Not knowing what to think.
It wasn't until the lights in the air-raid shelter dimmed—a simulation of nightfall—that he returned to the "community" of the tube building, went upstairs, and knocked on room 301.
