Before delivering takeout, Yang Hao was thinking that once he cleared his debts, he'd definitely want to get wasted and sleep for three days.
Now there weren't conditions for a big drunken revelry, but getting a good night's sleep was still within reach.
He went back to the bed, pulled the covers up for Xixi, and then gently pecked a kiss on the plump cheeks of the little girl before lying down beside her to sleep.
Perhaps because he had completely relaxed, Yang Hao slept deeply, which resulted in him oversleeping again.
"Daddy, daddy, we're late..."
Xixi had been waking her dad up for two days in a row now, practically becoming a human alarm clock.
Groggy, Yang Hao opened his eyes—it was already half past eight, even later than yesterday, and past the time to ask the teacher to keep their meal.
But since he was thoroughly late, he wasn't in a hurry anymore.
"Xixi, why did you wake up so late, too?"
