He's really nice.
"Tonight... what time do you think you'll finish?" Li Xiaoyun asked again, "I'm not urging you, but do you have an approximate time?"
Zhao Dingli thought of her waiting for him at home and replied, "Not too late, it'll be done before 10 o'clock."
He would certainly wrap it up within that time.
"I have to entertain clients these days, just handling this wrinkle. They're leaving this Friday." Zhao Dingli said, "Things will be better next week."
Seeing this, Li Xiaoyun felt like crying.
She and Zhao Dingli would never have the chance to be as they were before.
After her evening shift, Li Xiaoyun returned to her own home.
The journey felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Back at home, alone, she couldn't muster the energy to cook.
The reason why living alone, she liked ordering takeout, one being convenience; after tiring work, she was too lazy to fuss.
