Early that morning, it was time to officially start the job.
Chen Yuan made a point of wearing a freshly laundered white shirt under his down jacket. It was the same one he'd worn on the first day of school and hadn't touched since.
There's a unique charm to a man in a white shirt. It can draw attention away from his face and toward the shirt's pristine condition. A pure white one not only makes the wearer seem to radiate brilliance but also creates an impression of impeccable neatness.
When he got back the previous night, Chen Yuan had made a point of tidying up his entire room.
Jiangg Ning would be back from Mingzhu City soon, and he didn't want his girlfriend to come home to the same messy, untidy place.
He'd cleaned until past nine o'clock, mopping the floor so thoroughly that one would hesitate to walk on it even in slippers.
