"I guess he's in a bad mood and didn't sleep well last night. He overslept today." Ling Chuxi guessed.
No matter who it was that encountered such an unfortunate event, they would probably not be in a good mood, and insomnia was inevitable.
"Coming, coming." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the lovely antenna baby wearing a tall white hat walking over.
He was tall and thin to begin with, and the tall white hat he was wearing made his figure look even slimmer. He was a living version of the White impermanence of the Yang world.
However, this tall hat was sewn quite exquisitely. Looking at Ling Gusong and mu Weibei's Red eyes, Ling Chuxi understood that the two of them did not sleep well last night. However, it was not because they were in a bad mood, but because they were focused on sewing the hat.
Sigh, it was really hard on him.
