The next day, Jiang Jiu woke up with disheveled hair and dozed off sitting in the warmth of her blankets.
What always woke her up was not dreams of ambition but an alarm clock, for dreams were of sitting at home while money rained down from the sky.
When Jiang Siyan came in, he saw Jiang Jiu hugging the quilt, sitting on the bed with a drowsy look on her face, and he walked over affectionately to give her a kiss, "Wake up, get ready to eat."
"Tired."
Jiang Jiu was practically on the verge of closing her eyes and slipping back into sleep the next second.
Jiang Siyan also marveled at how such a lazy, charming fool at home could become a competent editor at the magazine company, even mentor an apprentice.
He bent down to pick her up, took her to the bathroom, put a hairband on her, and squeezed toothpaste onto her brush, "Be good, stand there, and brush your teeth and wash your face."
