They Are Open

Qing Chen decided it would be best to not waste time and get right to it. Wuming had provided an address to the driver and they all quieted down while they wait to get there.

Qing Lok enjoyed the heater and sprawled against the other side of the limousine and slept. Wuming was just looking out the window as the familiar roads back to the city flashed by them. It was great for a little while to see how the trees thinned out as they went farther from the training grounds and got replaced by buildings and then skyscrapers.

With his mind getting bored, he decided to entertain himself with annoying Qing Chen. His younger brother was not even surprised to find folders of updated office reports in the car and began reading them the moment they had a lead.

"Chen, I do not know how you do this," Wuming said as he examined a colorful bar graph. "How can you live like this?"

"What do you mean?" Qing Chen replied.