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Thanks to An Xuan, they didn't waste the food they ordered.
The next day, Zhang Ya burst into laughter upon learning about the previous night's mix-up, with tears of mirth spilling from the corners of her eyes. One hand covering her stomach, her laughter echoed throughout the room.
An Xuan looked at Zhang Ya with a darkened expression.
Dark circles under his eyes, which were hard to ignore, indicated he had not slept well the night before, forming a stark contrast with the bright and chipper Zhang Ya.
"If only I had called you last night to come over and join us for the late-night snack," An Xuan said word by word.
Zhang Ya pulled out a tissue and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"My phone is set to the 24-hour clock; I can easily tell noon from midnight, so I wouldn't have come. You mistook 3 AM for 3 PM, and even caused Chaoyang to suffer with you—he's currently in his prime growing period."
