Chapitre 72: 67. Other people's things are better

In the same community, some are happy, others are troubled.

Yongyi had moved to a new house, and as her best friend, of course, I couldn't miss it.

When Zhou Sinin arrived, Yongyi was applying a face mask, sitting on the living room carpet, blow-drying her half-dry hair.

Half of the room was lit by moonlight, the other half dimly lit by unlit main lights.

The hairdryer roared, lifting her short hair and blowing the mixed fragrance of shampoo, conditioner, and essential oils toward Zhou Sinin's nose.

"I'm so tired, so tired! These past two days have truly killed me!"

The moment she stepped through the door, Zhou Sinin let out a heavy sigh, kicked off her shoes, and let herself collapse on the sofa.

The coffee shop had just launched its delivery service, and even with two new staff members, they were still not efficient enough, often overwhelmed.

"The coffee shop has broken even, right? Why push so hard?"

Yongyi put down the hairdryer and glanced at her.