Wen Zhi turned on the floor lamp and, in her slippers, went to draw back the curtains.
It was not dark yet.
She temporarily ignored Fang Rong outside and returned to the bedside to pick up her phone to check the time—it was almost six o'clock.
There was a message in WeChat, from Shang Hexing sent just after five o'clock. Additionally, there were two missed calls from Meng Fan in the call log.
She opened WeChat.
Shang Hexing: I'm coming over now.
After reading the message, Wen Zhi redialed Meng Fan's number. When Meng Fan answered, Wen Zhi, having anticipated the volume of her voice, held the phone a bit away—
"Wen Zhi! You're ignoring my calls again!!"
Meng Fan's roar came through the phone.
Fortunately, it was a few decibels lower than Wen Zhi had expected.
"Speak up! You're not still emo, are you? It's been hours!" Meng Fan pressed.
Wen Zhi replied, "Slept the whole afternoon, I'm fine now."
"Really slept the whole afternoon?"
"I never lie to you."
