The next day.
1st January, New Year's Day.
On the morning of the new year, Zhang Ye spent it in his own bed.
People seemed to come to his home, and not only in a single wave. The doorbell rung one after another. The sound of chatting entered his bedroom, as Zhang Ye woke up a few times in a daze. He flipped his body and covered himself in his blanket before going back to sleep. After four days of talk show recording without rest, he was making up for that lost sleep today. Since the people who came to his place were family, he was not that particular.
"Sis, we are here."
"Quick, have a sit."
"First (paternal) Aunt, Happy New Year. Wishing you and uncle a prosperous new year and good health."
"Hur Hur, our Mengmeng sure has a sweet mouth. There's some fruits here. Have a bit."
"Where's my bro?"
"Him? He's still sleeping in the room."
"Aiyah, my bro sure is a lazy cat. It's already past 10!"
