"Oops!"
Jiang Jiamian, who was halfway through eating the buns, suddenly slapped his head and sat up from the sofa in excitement.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Ling, who had just brought the tea to his mouth, was afraid that he would choke, and paused because of his startled look.
Jiang Jiamian couldn't care less about how weak his body was. He stuffed the bun into his mouth before getting up, "I forgot about it! I have classes today!"
"Classes?" Yan Ling frowned.
"Yes!"
Jiang Jiamian hurriedly got up, turned around to fumble for his clothes that Yan Ling had taken off last night, and hurriedly put them on, "Where is my mobile phone?! What time is it? It's over!"
Yan Ling saw his busy look and wanted to help, but he didn't know where to start. The hand holding the tea was still in the air, "You mean, you want to teach your students? And the mobile phone you mentioned… What is it?"
