The afternoon sun lazily filtered through the dusty glass windows, pulling out several long beams of light in the air, with countless tiny dust particles flying up and down in the beams.
The plaque of "Jubaozhai" has lost half of its paint and hangs crookedly on the lintel, looking like it will fall off and hit someone on the head at any time.
Xiao Zhuguang was lying on a recliner behind the counter, sleeping soundly.
The black hooded sweatshirt he was wearing looked expensive, but when he wore it like pajamas, it didn't look classy at all.
"Boss... Is boss here?"
