The next morning, the temperature had risen a few degrees compared to the day before, and it was neither raining nor foggy.
It was indeed rare good weather.
At seven o'clock, Chale Cheney was woken up by Butler Santana.
"Little master, it's time to get up."
"Mmm... no…" Chale Cheney did not open his eyes, wriggled his bottom, grabbed the blanket with his small hand, and suddenly covered his little face.
Not listening, not listening.
Today was Saturday after all.
Saturdays were meant for sleeping in.
Butler Santana was both amused and exasperated as he called out again, "Little master, it's time to get up, the driver will take you to see Miss Yale."
"Emmm..." The little guy hummed twice in the bed, unwilling to move.
"Little master, didn't you want to see Miss Yale all day yesterday? Don't you want to see her today?"
"Jasy..." Little Chale Cheney called out softly under the covers and smacked his lips.
Um, he wanted to see...
