Chen Rui's promise of being busy for two months was credible. On one hand, they had hired two new people, and on the other, Qin Guanglin's skills were becoming increasingly adept, which greatly improved work efficiency.
However, Qin Guanglin's initiative to take on more work meant that the number of comics he was responsible for had increased from three to four. This continued until just before New Year's Day, and he was still so busy that he never left work before eight in the evening.
10 p.m.
Inside the cozy bedroom.
He Fang, dressed in her fluffy pajamas, sat on Qin Guanglin's lap, nibbling on an apple with one hand and reading a booklet from the driving school with the other.
Qin Guanglin often got off work too late to go running or fulfill his dream of becoming a muscle man at the gym and was only able to do sit-ups on the bed.
"It's Christmas Eve today, and in a few days, it'll be New Year's Day."
