Aunt Li thought for a moment, felt that An Lan made a lot of sense, and dropped the matter. An Lan and Huo Zhanting played with Wangzi for quite a while before Zhang Ya and An Xuan came home from work.
The two appeared travel-worn and exhausted after a full day surviving the corporate grind, forming a stark contrast with the vibrant and energized An Lan and Huo Zhanting, who were playing with the child in the living room.
Zhang Ya's face twitched slightly.
She walked over to An Lan, looking utterly exasperated. "Lanlan, when can I finally live like a free person? I want to stop working too. The year's almost over, and I spent the entire day translating documents. My back is sore, and my waist is killing me."
Carelessly tossing her bag to the side, Zhang Ya dragged out a chair and collapsed into it, looking like she'd entirely given up on life.
