Bai Yang and Zhao Bowen returned to the house, while Mr. Bai and Wang Ning each went to the bathroom. Now they are all back, sitting on the sofa drinking water.
"Yang, it's time to wash up," mother called from the bedroom. "It's getting late."
"I know." Bai Yang took off his shoes and entered the house, yawning, "I'm going right now."
These past few days, there were nightly meetings at home, and Bai Yang always stayed up late.
Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning were preparing to leave since they needed to get home.
"How should we handle this?" Bai Zhen asked in a low voice.
Mr. Zhao and Mr. Wang exchanged glances.
"You and Mr. Bai stay here to help establish the data transmission link, while I make the rounds; we'll advance both tasks simultaneously," Zhao Bowen said, "I expect it will take some time."
"Is it going to take some time?" Bai Yang peeked out from behind them. "How long?"
