Later that morning.
10.30 AM.
Downstairs, the door opened. Wu Zeqing returned.
Zhang Ye called out to the floor below, "Old Wu, you're back from grocery shopping?"
"Yes. There were so many people at the market today. I had to line up for a really long time." She placed the grocery bags in her hands down and went upstairs to the study. "What are you doing?"
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "I didn't have anything to do, so I played Go for a while."
Wu Zeqing sniffed the air. "You were smoking?"
Zhang Ye said a little embarrassed, "Hai, I tend to smoke when I'm concentrating on something. I've already opened up the windows to clear away the smell." He quickly wiped off some of the scattered ashes on the table with his hand.
"It's fine." Wu Zeqing said, "I'll buy an ashtray for you later."
Zhang Ye quickly said, "No, no, you don't have to. I'm not going to smoke anymore. I'm planning on quitting."
