"Wang Zikai, come over here."

Gao Yang put down the binoculars, picked up a pen and a piece of white paper from the service sheet on the bedside table, and sat down at a small table to draw a floor plan.

Wang Zikai, while drying his hair, came over, letting droplets of water fall onto Gao Yang's hair and neck.

Gao Yang felt a bit annoyed but patiently began to speak.