Early the next day, as the day was just breaking, Yang Chen's phone vibrated. Yang Chen, cuddled up with Rose in the warm blankets, reluctantly grabbed his phone. The number seemed somewhat familiar.
Answering the call, he was immediately greeted by a voice he least wanted to hear.
"What time is it!? Are you still sleeping!?" It was unexpectedly Reverend Yun Miao, that old Taoist nun!
Yang Chen sighed deeply, yawning, "Reverend, can't you check the time? It's just past six in the morning, I still have another hour before I need to go to work."
"Humph, when I was your age, I was already up and practicing at five in the morning. At this time, I'd be carrying two buckets of water up the mountain!" the Reverend scolded.
"Reverend, that's Shaolin Temple. Do you nuns from Emei Mountain also play that game?" Yang Chen asked, annoyed.
"Shut up! I'm talking about serious matters!"
