The early autumn wind, carrying the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop terrace of the "Zuiye Group", rolling up the corners of the socks that had just been washed some time ago and shaking them. Gu Chen was looking down at the documents. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the gray plaid sock hanging on the clothesline on the balcony. It was blown like a small flag by the wind. He couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyebrows...
