Wang Qiuhe said, "The latest updates are in, and the rest is just talking about old stuff as usual. Nothing much worth listening to."
It's always like that when chatting—once the new things are shared, the old stories get repeated again and again, and after a while it just gets boring.
Fan Tianyu and Qi Yongwang didn't head back to their own rooms—instead, they followed Zhenzhen to her room. Mainly, it wasn't time for dinner yet and they couldn't sleep anyway, so they might as well sit together and chat some more.
Fan Tianyu had just sat down when he asked, "Yongwang, does your company get two days off a week too? I thought you didn't. How come you're here? Did you take leave or something?"
"Yeah, we get one and a half days off. Saturday mornings I still have half a day of work, but it's really just a meeting to sum up last week. If they count it as work, then it's work; if not, then not. I applied for bereavement leave—they said my pay wouldn't be docked."
