When he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight and the hands on the wall clock pointed to nine—it was already nine in the morning!
The sunlight streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the CEO's office of T.R., the man sat upright at his desk, his head bowed as he read through documents, the gilt bracelet on his wrist glittering with his movements. He looked at it for a moment, lifted his hand to check the time, pursed his lips, took his phone, and made a call while leaning back in his chair.
The phone was answered after only two rings, and through the earpiece came housekeeper Zhang's gentle voice, "Hello?"
"It's me."
Housekeeper Zhang almost instantly recognized his voice, "Mister."
"Mhm. Has Shenshen gotten up yet?"
Housekeeper Zhang instinctively glanced back at the closed bedroom door, "Not yet."
The man's fingers squeezed the pen, rubbing it gently. Hearing that she was still not up, his voice involuntarily softened, "Let her sleep."
"Alright."
