At Sister Zhang's home.
Sister Zhang sat upright beside the desk in her study, her right hand swiftly writing something on a piece of paper.
In her left hand, she held the workbook that Zheng Fa had previously submitted.
There was more than just her in the study room; Sister Yuan stood beside her, endlessly chattering in a lively manner.
Both of their expressions were relaxed, as if this was their way of leisure during their free time.
Sister Zhang did not seem to mind Sister Yuan's chatter.
It was as if Sister Yuan didn't need any responses from Sister Zhang, her mouth non-stop, babbling about all kinds of topics.
Suddenly, a question from Sister Yuan brought Sister Zhang back from her sea of problems: "I heard that you and Master Pang are still haggling over the price?"
"Mm."
