"Huh? Why can't you accept them?"
Wen Ci didn't understand. Then she thought of a solution and said with a smile, "How about this? You can come over to my place some other day, and I'll make them for you. That should be okay, right?"
Zhang Cheng: "Oh, I think that's okay."
They had clear regulations against accepting things from the families.
But being invited to a meal by a family was allowed.
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Wen Ci returned home and glanced up at the clock on the living room wall. It was just past nine. She turned on the TV, only to find there weren't many channels.
She couldn't help but sigh.
'Even in the apocalypse, there were signals to help pass the time.'
'The eighties are a bit too boring.' She walked into Huo Jingyuan's study, where a blank notebook and a pencil lay on the desk.
She took the paper and pencil and sat on the steps by the inner room's doorway.
