Tang Huai pushed the door open.
Seeing Jing Xuan's crossed legs and arm-pillowed slumber on the sofa, Tang Huai exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Jing Xuan?"
"Hmm," Jing Xuan slowly opened his eyes, the depths of his pupils dark and profound.
"You're back?" Tang Huai walked over and sat down next to his legs. "Is the shop renovation finished?"
"We're working in shifts, twelve hours each, day and night, and it'll be done by tomorrow."
"At night... Isn't renovating at night loud? Won't the neighbors complain?" Tang Huai opened her mouth in surprise.
"The night shift only involves painting and wiring; it doesn't make much noise."
"I didn't expect you to come back."
"My wife just came in third in the whole province; of course, I had to come back and celebrate. The leaders all came to celebrate. If I didn't show up, someone would be unhappy."
