Before the week ended, Friday arrived once more.
Every time Friday comes around, everybody in the office is always especially excited, gathering in small groups to discuss their plans for the weekend.
Qin Guanglin checked the time, put aside his paintbrush, and started packing up, thinking about what he would do after work.
He planned to spill a cup of water on his bed and then go to He Fang's place to stay over, acting as if he had every right.
For the sake of his own happy life, he had to resort to some tricks—even though this method seemed rather foolish, and He Fang could probably see right through his plan, but as long as it worked, right?
Plus, after this incident, the next time he wanted to stay over, He Fang might agree outright to avoid repeating this silly method.
This was being clever by playing dumb.