"Is it cold?" Chai Lie asked.
"It's not cold."
"Chai Lie, I'm bankrupt again. Do you think we can make it through?"
"I don't think so." After cleaning his new bookstore, Chai Lie sat down on the sofa and gasped, "But I'm short of a cashier, what are you doing?"
There was a rustle outside the window, and Gan Huo knew that the swallows that had fled to the south were returning to their nests, and it was time for the sun to rise in Beijing.