When Sheng Jianan returned to the apartment, it was already past eleven. He hadn't actually spent much time with Zhou Chengze, but since he had been drinking, there was a smell of alcohol on him. Many women don't like their men to come home reeking of alcohol, so he stood outside for quite a while until the scent faded before coming up.
Su Anle was lying in bed, holding a notebook. Translators cannot neglect their work for a day, let alone someone like her who had already taken several days off.
Earphones on her ears, she wrote furiously with her hand.
The highest level for a translator is simultaneous interpreting, which is Su Anle's dream.
After listening to an article, she looked at what she had noted, took off the earphones, stretched her neck, and heard noises outside. She got up and walked out, seeing Sheng Jianan changing his shoes at the entrance.
