Suxin's hand froze on the doorknob. She slowly turned her head with a slight smile, "Let's talk about it later, I'm really exhausted these days. Besides, I've got a backlog of work, and I don't want to keep moving things around, you know I'm usually not good at adapting."
"Alright, we'll talk about it later!"
Suxin entered the passcode and opened the door, immediately greeted by a sour smell. She saw fruit peels and paper bags scattered all over, with several wine bottles rolling on the floor.
"This kid, drinking as soon as he's healed, really doesn't take care of himself!" Sighing helplessly, Suxin opened all the windows in the room, then started cleaning. It took her an hour and a half to restore the room to its previous state. After finishing, she finally collapsed exhaustedly on the couch.
When Chen Ziqian returned home in the evening and opened the door without turning on the lights, a gust of wind greeted him.
