After hearing this, Cen Jin pursed her lips and remained silent. If she said one more word, Ms. Qin would start a bombardment.
Seeing Ms. Qin put the bowl on the table and head upstairs to rest, she quickly finished the rice in her bowl, served herself another small portion, polished off the two dishes on the table, and then satisfied, she got up to clear the bowls and chopsticks. She washed the dishes and tidied up the kitchen, then dragged her tired body upstairs, collapsed limply onto the bed, and was soon overcome with drowsiness.
Before going to sleep, Cen Jin deliberately checked WeChat. Seeing that Jiang Baizhou hadn't sent her any messages, she decided not to bother him and pulled up the air-conditioning quilt to start her midday nap.
The morning had worn her out completely.
Ms. Qin left for the store at two-thirty in the afternoon, while Cen Jin was still sleeping. Ms. Qin only opened the door to take a look and didn't wake her, then went out on her own.
