It was another normal day in early March and Yang Jingshen was lolling around in bed, too lazy to go out because of the cold. Of course, the weather was much less cold than the butt-feezing temperature in the past few months, but to him who was only a little better than a sloth, unless absolutely necessary, even the slightest extra movement was to be avoided at all costs.
It was at this moment that a familiar noise entered his ears. It took a few more seconds for Yang Jingshen who was blankly staring at the ceiling to actually register what it was; it was the ringtone of his phone.
'Aish! Who the fuck calls n- eh? This guy?'
In the next moment, he quickly picked up the phone and answered in a very flattering tone. "Ah, hello brother Cheng."
