The cleaning continued until 11:00 AM, and no one noticed Zuo Luo and Su Cheng's presence. After the cleaning was completed, the fourth floor started playing loud DJ music, and various colored lights and spotlights rotated, covering the entire floor like a nightclub. The windows closed automatically, and the heating was turned on; it was March, and the weather was still quite cold. After a while, the DJ turned the music down to the lowest volume, sat in his spot, and picked up his phone to play. He was the only service personnel on the battlefield. Since the soldiers hadn't come, he was happy to have some peace and quiet.
"It feels so uncomfortable." Su Cheng rolled over and felt uncomfortable whether he was lying on his stomach or lying down.
“You’ve said it eight times already,” Zuo Lu
