Duan Rong sat in front of the desk, casually flipping through the stack of documents organized by Zhu Cheng.
He had gotten up before dawn today, spent the entire day in a teahouse, and then busied himself until now. Duan Rong reckoned it was well past midnight.
Despite his years of rigorous training, he felt quite exhausted. Reading under the candlelight only added to the sleepiness. He hadn't flipped through many pages before he began yawning repeatedly.
He had no choice but to close the documents, intending to sleep first and read them the next day.
Duan Rong extinguished the lamp and turned towards the screen.
Behind the screen was a sizable bed draped with sheer curtains, and not far from the bed, there was a column with a brass lamp holding a candle.
The candlelight cast a somewhat ambiguous dim glow on the curtains.
Duan Rong lightly shook his head and chuckled to himself, murmuring, "This arrangement looks like a brothel."
