Alana was satisfied, leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed, holding a remote control and a phone, occasionally checking her phone to exchange New Year greetings with her girlfriends.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! It's almost twelve o'clock!"

Everyone was on night duty, but the old man, as always, went to bed without fail. He believed that the young people could handle the night duty, and he, being old, didn't need to get involved anymore.