At noon, the curtains blocked out the bright sunshine, leaving the hotel bedroom pitch-black. Ren Ye lay in bed with his head covered, snoring away.
He was exhausted. Only in the Real World, under the protection of the New Year's Watchers, could he sleep this soundly.
Knock, knock...!
Urgent knocking rang out.
Ren Ye jolted upright. After forcing his brain to boot up for three seconds, he called, "Who is it?"
"Me. Something urgent." Director Yan's voice came from outside.
"Coming... coming." Ren Ye yawned, rubbed his eyes, and got out of bed to open the door. "What's wrong, boss?"
"Mr. Pig called. He said the goods are ready and wants us over there now." Yan Duoduo glanced down at his watch. "You have five minutes to wash up."
Ren Ye was baffled. "Wasn't he pretty cold yesterday? Why did he suddenly change his attitude?"
"Maybe the Ministry of Rites contacted him again, or maybe something else influenced him. Anyway, he's suddenly become a lot more enthusiastic." Yan Duoduo handed over two bags of new clothes and urged him, "Hurry up. I'll wait downstairs."
"Okay. Where's Tang Feng?"
"I gave him a day off. He went home."
"Got it."
After their brief exchange, Ren Ye rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind to wash up.
A little while later, having washed up and changed into his new clothes, he came into the sitting room.
His dad sat by the window, fiddling with a computer. "Going out?"
"Yeah. I might be back late, so go to the restaurant for lunch." Ren Ye gave his dad a hurried glance and started toward the door.
"Okay." His dad adjusted his glasses and nodded.
Ren Ye jogged to the door, then suddenly stopped. He turned toward his father sitting in the sunlight, his brows