Ming Shuiyun stood nervously outside the door, rubbing her hands and occasionally tiptoeing and looking around, thinking about what she ought to say next.
As soon as the door opened, she immediately said, "Teacher Hongle—"
"Is it official business?" Le Yu interrupted her decisively and asked.
Ming Shuiyun shook her head, "No..."
"Then are you here to discuss poetry and the distant lands with me?" Le Yu blocked the doorway, calmly saying, "You said this afternoon you understood what I meant. I believed you... but you're so disappointing. I don't want to deal with you anymore. See you tomorrow—"
"Wait!" Ming Shuiyun extended her foot to block the door, half stepping into the room, "I have something to discuss with you."
"It's too late. I've already taken a shower, and I never work overtime at night. Balancing work and life is a required course for adults, and I'm starting by refusing overtime... let's talk tomorrow."
"It can't be tomorrow!"
