It was very late.
Other households were slowly switching off their lights.
Zhang Ye was still online. When Rao Aimin returned back to her small duplex bedroom on the second floor, she pushed the door open and frowned. She began to keep the clothes on the bed, hanging them up, and those that could not be hung up were thrown into the washing machine. She turned back and said unkindly to Zhang Ye, "You, I'm speaking to you. Look at the time. Quickly grab your stuff and get lost. It's time for Chenchen to sleep. Go back to wherever you came from!"
She was wearing a very homelike sportswear. It looked old on her, and the colors did not look good. It was probably worn when she cooked.
Zhang Ye glanced at her and said, "Oh, alright. I'll be done once I finish reading this."
