In the morning in Jingguan City, there were many eyes watching the New Juxia Building about to undergo its second day of trial operations, aside from the diners.
In a hotel in the bustling district, a woman wearing only a towel stands in front of a sunlit floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the intertwining traffic below.
Lin Qingfeng didn't sleep well last night, with heavy black marks under her eyes. After cleaning her face, she looked even more haggard.
"Knock knock!"
Chen Yang was at the door but didn't come in, just knocked and glanced at the phone on the bed, "He hasn't sent a message or called yet..."
After hesitating several times, Chen Yang swallowed the second half of his sentence.
Lin Qingfeng spoke without turning her head, "Yang, are you trying to tell your mother that if we couldn't wait last night, we might never wait again?"
"Shall we go again?" Chen Yang probed.
