It had gotten dark early.
It was already quite late.
But because it was New Year's, firecrackers were still crackling thunderously outside. From morning to night, the festive cheer had never stopped. At this rate, they probably would not die down until one or two in the morning. It was New Year's, after all—everyone liked setting off firecrackers. Still, perhaps because of the economic crisis or some other reason, the firecracker noise this year was noticeably lighter than in previous years.
Knock, knock, knock.
Fang Wenping hurried downstairs.
Seeing how fast she was walking, Dong Xuebin's heart lurched. He was afraid she would take a tumble down the stairs. Though he and Fang Wenping usually could not stand the sight of each other, when it came down to it, he still worried about her. He was not the sort to take pleasure in someone else's misfortune. Otherwise, when Fang Wenping had gotten drunk that time, he would never have helped her back to his place, changed her clothes, and washed them for her. Dong Xuebin was the type with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. In that regard, he might have been a lot like Fang Wenping. On the surface, they were always getting on each other's nerves, but if something really happened, Dong Xuebin would definitely step up without hesitation—like when he had helped Fang Wenping fight before.
"Director Fang!"
"...Hurry up!"
"Hey, slow down!"
"Where... is the car?"
"Right downstairs. How about we go back? It's late."
"Let's go for a walk! Unlock it already! Are you still a man, dragging your feet like that?"
"I'm only worried because you've had too much to drink. What do you mean, I'm not a man?"
"I haven't had too much! Move it! Why do you always have so much