The next morning, 7:30.
Yang Fei was woken up by a phone call from Yang Wen.
He didn't get back home until five in the morning, and after showering and going to sleep, he had less than two and a half hours of rest, so naturally, he wasn't well-rested.
True Qi coursed through his body, sweeping away the fatigue, and he felt refreshed and energetic.
Wearing only shorts and bare-chested, Yang Fei walked out of his room, answering the phone while stuffing a cigarette into his mouth.
He usually tried to smoke less at home, but now that Qin Yanyang wasn't around, he didn't care.
"Brother, are you okay?" came Yang Wen's voice, which seemed to be still in a state of unease.
Yang Fei was speechless for a moment, "You're calling this early just for this?"
Yang Wen hummed in response, "I'm just worried about you."
