Early the next morning, a chilly autumn wind blew.
Withered yellow sycamore leaves, beaded with mist, swayed in the wind before drifting onto the bedroom windowpane.
The soft rustling woke Chen Yansen. He slowly opened his eyes to see Song Yuncheng, her hair a mess, still sprawled atop him, fast asleep.
The sky was still dark. Chen Yansen glanced at the wall clock—4:15 AM. Sunrise was still more than three hours away.
He gently shifted Song Yuncheng off him, picked up the shorts and shirt from the bedside, casually threw them on, and walked out to the living room.
He sat on the sofa. To his right was a stack of new books, and he casually picked one up to read.
He didn't look up until sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, and he realized day had broken.
He put down the book, opened his computer, and logged into Pinbei's data backend.
Real-time new customer growth for the day: 1.3 million!
Total orders: 637,000!
