A few days later.
The new year festival finally came to a conclusion. The sound of firecrackers could no longer be heard on the streets.
As for the discussion about the Panda Burning Incense both domestically and internationally, be it the media or the common people, it gradually began to calm down. No matter how hot a topic was, it would eventually cool down. Everyone still had to work, and return to their normal daily lives. Zhang Ye was one of these people. The injuries on his face and neck had already recovered. The scabs had fallen off, and could not be seen on the surface. Hence, he returned to his parents' home.
Caishikou.
By the time he arrived home, it was already 6:30 AM.
Using his key to open the door, he pushed the door open. His parents were already up. Dad was washing his face in the bathroom, while Mom was preparing breakfast. There was a pot of congee boiling on the stove.
Zhang Ye said in amusement, "Dad, Mom, did you just wake up?"
