The night had fallen.
Jasmine was a bit hungry. It circled around Lu Yiyun's feet and rubbed her legs, reminding her that it was time for food.
Lu Yiyun rubbed her eyes and yawned. After seeing how late it was, she quickly saved her unfinished painting and started to pack things.
"Wang Qian, Li Kun, let's call it a day," she said.
Wang Qian and Li Kun were usually gone before this hour; however, they were still hanging around the shop––sitting together and playing mobile games––in order to keep Lu Yiyun company.
After hearing this, they stretched themselves and looked at the time. "Master should be on the plane now, right? If he didn't send a message, then everything should be fine and his phone must be off."
"Maybe," Lu Yiyun said hopefully.
The three of them worked together and cleaned up the shop with ease. In fact, there was not much to clean, anyway.