New Year's Eve.
Early in the morning, Chen Yuan received a phone call.
It was from the human-version of Yuzi.
So, he answered it.
"Why did you call me?" Chen Yuan sat up from bed, languidly asking.
"What's with the mural, it's the New Year, can't I wish you a happy New Year?"
Yuzi got defiant and retorted directly.
"Oh, that's fine." Since the other party was so polite, Chen Yuan reciprocated with courtesy, "Happy New Year, Happy New Year."
"How are you, bringing Xinyu back home, nothing happened?"
"Very good, very smooth."
Chen Yuan was still somewhat sleepy, not planning to elaborate, so he changed the subject: "How about you, you must be pretty busy these days, right?"
"Busy? Oh, indeed."
At this point, Zhou Yu's urge to complain suddenly intensified, and he spilled, "Basically, I've been going around paying New Year visits, eating, and meeting people. I hardly had any time, and Jiaojiao insisted on dragging me out with her..."
