On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, there were still five days left until the New Year.

Sleeping in a different environment usually takes some getting used to, but in this room where he had grown up, on this bed, Jiang Che slept exceptionally well. He went to bed at eleven at night and could sleep until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

Especially during the day, when Jiang Liyun and Chen Feirong went to Uncle's house, leaving no one to disturb him.

When he opened his eyes, it was almost ten o'clock. Jiang Che stretched lazily, and the first thing he did after getting up, as usual, was to call Xiao Xiaoyu to say good morning and ask what she was doing.