No words were spoken overnight, and when Yang Xiao opened his eyes, it was already the next morning.
All things were going on in an orderly fashion, and today should be considered the most relaxed day Yang Xiao has had for a while.
After having breakfast on the street with the white cat, the pair returned to the medical hall, where the white cat roamed freely and Yang Xiao dealt with some of the backlog from the past two days.
By the time Yang Xiao finished handling those affairs, it was ten in the morning.
Yang Xiao stretched languidly, very comfortably propping his feet up and leaning back in Su Qian'er's boss chair.
No wonder the ancients would say one finds half a day of free time, as absence of trivial matters brought even Yang Xiao a sense of comfort and ease.
Yang Xiao was planning to take a short nap there when, just as the thought crossed his mind, the tedious matters returned.
The ringing phone forced Yang Xiao, though unwilling, to sit up straight.
