At night.
It was already dark.
At his parents' house, Zhang Ye reclined on the sofa with his legs crossed and lit a cigarette with one hand while holding a porcelain tea cup in the other. With every puff, he had a few sips of tea and was feeling laid back and relaxed. There were no signs at all that he was an unemployed person who was unable to find a job after so many days.
Next to him, her mother rolled her eyes. "I've never ever seen anyone with such a big heart."
Zhang Ye took exception. "There's no urgency regarding the job. I will wait another few more days."
"I'm talking about Beijing Television's new program." His mother said, "If you've even planned out all the details for them and taken every step into consideration, why didn't you just do it by yourself?"
Zhang Ye snickered and said, "That program did not suit me."
