The following days were very busy. Han Dongchen left early and returned late, and his older cousin Song Yongyi was just as relentless. However, busy as they were, no one had left town. Everyone knew that with families like theirs, any comings and goings would be noted by watchful eyes.
Thankfully, communicating via phone and internet was convenient. Su Xiaowan's family owned a communications conglomerate, and their mobile messaging encryption was top-notch; no domestic enterprise could break it yet.
Therefore, they could confidently talk over the phone. Hard work pays off, and after another week of effort, everything had been arranged.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Han Dongchen leaned wearily on the couch, and Su Xiaowan, ever diligent, poured him a glass of water and asked with concern, "Tired?"
