Qin Nuo looked at him and wanted to say something, but thinking of the possibility of being scolded, he asked instead.

"Can I go up and see Daifuku?"

The boss didn't say anything.

Qin Nuo knew that it was a tacit consent, so she took off the apron around her waist and walked upstairs.

There is not enough light on the second floor. The windows are closed and blocked by piles of debris.

Qin Nuo walked to one of the rooms and knocked on the door: "Da Fu, are you in there?"

There was no response, so Qin Nuo knocked again, but the door opened by itself.

Qin Nuo blinked and pushed the door open. The room became even darker and emitted a musty smell that made his nose feel uncomfortable.

In the corner, a desk lamp was on, emitting bright light. Dafu was lying on the table, concentrating on writing something.

"Da Fu, how did you feel about last night's rehearsal?" Qin Nuo looked around and asked casually.

Dafu, sitting on a chair, stopped what he was doing and said, "The rehearsal went well. Let's keep up the good work tonight. I'm sure we can present it perfectly before the Children's Gala."

Qin Nuo nodded, came closer curiously, and asked with a smile: "What are you writing so seriously?"

"The script, last night's script, I found some loopholes and flaws. I'll revise it and show it to Sister Tang Rou tonight."

Qin Nuo uttered an "oh" and picked up a pen to play with. He glanced at the back of Dafu's neck calmly, rubbed his nose, and said, "Is your neck okay after the boss hit you yesterday?"

"I'm fine now, thank you for your concern."

Da Fu raised his head and looked at Qin Nuo, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, forcing a smile.

But under the illumination of the desk lamp on the side, his face was bright on one side and dark on the other, making that smile reveal an indescribable horror...