"Speaking of which, this is why I don't like living in the Cultivation Room."
Palmer looked at the staff coming and going in the courtyard room; everyone was swift and serious, as if carrying some significant mission. He glanced up; it was one in the morning.
"Does it feel like sleeping at the company?" Bologue asked from the side.
"Pretty much, if you take it too far, it's like sleeping under your workstation and having to jump up when someone calls you." Palmer complained bitterly.
"It wasn't this busy before, but now is a critical time, having more work is unavoidable."
A voice came from behind them, and Bologue turned his head to see Hart in pajamas, carrying a large bucket of fries, eating as he walked.
Palmer asked, "Midnight snack?"
"Do you want some?"
Palmer unhesitatingly reached out and grabbed a handful, then leaned against the wall, crunching as he watched the busy staff in the courtyard.
"Hold on, Hart."
