In the early hours of the morning.
Past one o'clock.
The entire street had fallen silent. Bright moonlight spilled across the curtains, casting the room in a hazy glow and making everyone drowsy.
Ha...
Hoo...
Mm...
Dong Xuebin had already yawned.
Water was still rushing in the bathroom. Sister Zhang had not finished washing up yet.
Dong Xuebin could not wait any longer. He had truly been exhausted today. After checking the time, he decided not to return to his own Family Compound tonight. It was not as if he had never slept with Sister Zhang before, so he simply pushed open the door to the inner bedroom. There was another bathroom inside. This was probably the room second only to the presidential suite, likely a family suite with another small room inside. Dong Xuebin perked up at once, walked into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes in no time, and took a satisfying hot shower.
That felt good.
Dong Xuebin's sleepiness faded somewhat. He hummed the song Chen Ying had sung at the gala while lathering himself with body wash, completely at ease. The past twenty or so hours had been incredibly productive. Starting in the morning, Dong Xuebin had not gotten a moment's rest. He had organized, arranged, socialized, single-handedly contained a sudden mass incident, and finally performed magic. He had been busy beyond belief. But it was no wonder he was still in such high spirits now—he was about to be promoted. One achievement after another would soon be his, and the matter of the ancient tomb would also erupt before long. How could he not be happy? A joyous occasion lifted one's spirits. No matter how hard, tiring, or busy things were, the thought of entering the department-level ranks at twenty-seven made Dong Xuebin glow with