It's snowing.
This means the big communal meal won't be happening.
Zhao Guo'an directly sent a message in the group chat, notifying everyone to handle breakfast themselves today, and also recommended a few tasty meal options.
Xiao Feng originally wanted to reply with "you'll deduct all my salary," but then realized he hadn't paid the guy any salary at all, thus, had no way to stop this strike.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Feng thought the little girl would be thrilled all day about going to the concert.
But in reality, the little girl did whatever she always did, no different from usual.
Du Qingyue and Jiang Yixin's preparations had reached the market research stage, nearing completion, with only the grand opening left.
Standing by the window, watching the snowflakes drifting in the air, Xiao Feng couldn't help but drift off.
He wasn't pondering life, but this scene could easily lead one into a state of mental blankness.
