The next day.
Yang Hao, who had slept comfortably all night, was awakened by the ringing of a phone.
"Ugh~~!"
"Mr. Yang..."
"It's too noisy...I want to sleep some more."
Chen Ruohan, nestled in Yang Hao's arms as Little White Flower, pushed the incredibly sweet-sleeping Yang Hao with a weary and impatient face.
After all, last night.
For some reason, she didn't know why Uncle Yang was so angry that it made Chen Ruohan, our Little White Flower, only manage to fall into a deep sleep when dawn was nearly breaking.
Chen Ruohan had no idea.
She had taken all of Yang Hao's anger on behalf of her mother.
Yang Hao himself hadn't expected it.
He had given up the right to be angry, yet...
Ah well, never mind.
But Ou was very thoughtful, at least she provided Yang Hao with the full set of services.
It's just that Ou underestimated the Grandmaster-level physique of Yang Hao, and in the end, the right to be angry was given to our Little White Flower, Chen Ruohan.
"Hello~~!"
