One night, no activity.
The next day, early morning.
An old man in a Tang suit and a young man in a baseball cap walked out of the house together, heading to the lobby on the first floor.
They chatted as they walked.
"Oh, man. A sleepless night and my body just can't take it." the old man in the Tang suit said with a pair of panda eyes, his tone melancholic.
"You should exercise a bit more," the young man responded.
"At my age, no amount of exercise does any good," the old man sighed, "It mostly depends on whether the younger generation knows how to respect their elders."
"Yes, yes." the young man nodded.
"Once you encounter a young person who disrupts my sleep, that's trouble," the old man hinted.
"So, you really do need to exercise," the young man pretended he hadn't heard.
Moments later.
The two reached the ground floor and found all the members of the "Diplomatic Squad" already gathered in the lobby, including Chen Yu, who had been "graffitiing" in his room last night.
