Zhang Heng opened his eyes and realized that Baby Croc was sitting on his chest, staring straight at him.
Rays of sunlight broke through the gaps of the curtains and fell on his face.
Zhang Heng glanced at his watch. The time now was 07:29. He picked up the British Shorthair and placed it on the coffee table beside him. After that, he got up and sat on the sofa.
Simultaneously, the bedroom door was opened, and Little Boy, still in pajamas, stumbled sleepily out of the bedroom. She squinted. "Up so early?" she asked.
"You said there are lots of things to do today."
"We've got lots of things to do, but you'll have to wait work ends," Little Boy said, "If you can brew the coffee and toast the bread before I finish cleaning up myself, I won't ask you to pay for this breakfast."
"Fair enough."
