This sleep lasted until the sun was high in the sky.
Lin Fan woke up to the sound of a ringing phone.
He withdrew his arm from Lu Feifei's embrace and picked up the bedside phone.
Seeing the number, it was a call from Ning Mengyao.
"How's Linglong's mood?"
Noting that it was nearly afternoon, Lin Fan asked lazily.
"Still pretty bad. Last night we were drinking at home, and she downed a whole two jin by herself, never said a thing from beginning to end, just kept mumbling to herself if she had done something wrong. I really can't figure her out now,"
Ning Mengyao said, massaging her temples, equally hungover.
The usually sunny Yang Linglong now seemed crazy.
And she was still sound asleep at that moment.
"Then you should keep her company more."
Lin Fan frowned and sighed helplessly.
He knew he shouldn't blame her.
But Qiuyuan Hongmei not being dead was definitely a thorn in his side.
After all, an accidental fall is the will of heaven.
