Peng City.
The morning light had yet to fully dispel the darkness of the night, and the bustling office workers were already merging into the stream of the subway, using coffee to hang on to spirits that had not yet fully awakened, and maintaining expressionless faces to fend off the shoving of the morning rush.
Ah Gui, carrying two cups of Luckin Coffee, was also mingling among the crowd, listening with slight impatience to the nagging voice coming from the phone:
"Ah Gui, last time during Mid-Autumn Festival, you said you had to work overtime and didn't come back. During National Day, you said you went traveling. When are you coming back to see us?"
"Mom, didn't I tell you that I'm really busy? I probably won't have time until the New Year..."
"You always say you're busy, say you're busy!"
