In the morning, the first thing Jiang Muwan did was to flip through yesterday's newspaper.
From front to back, then from back to front.
She flipped through it twice.
Until Song Sizhi walked past her with a glass and casually commented, "This newspaper is about to be worn out today."
"What?" Jiang Muwan seemed a bit lost, not catching on immediately.
"It's not in the news, stop flipping. The Xi Family can't afford this embarrassment," he said, and a sound of running water came from the opposite side of the table.
Song Sizhi poured himself a glass of warm water, pulled out a chair in front of the dining table, and sat down, looking exactly like a grandpa who collapsed on his chair after his morning exercise.
"Haven't you been to the research lab for a while?" Ever since that incident, Song Sizhi had been truly free.
He was so free that he was practically growing moss.
Someone who never had the time was even considering how to further improve his degree.
