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Lyu praised, "Boss, you didn't take the opportunity to mess around."
Yang Ming chuckled lightly, calmly stood up, and stretched lazily.
"If Miss Windsor sends a message, reply in the tone of my smart assistant. I want to get a good night's sleep and recharge."
"What if it's someone else messaging?"
"If it's not urgent, just ignore it."
Lyu noted it down in his little notebook.
Then, at dawn the next day, Yang Ming, lying on the big bed, looked at the dozens of missed calls and unread messages, as black lines gradually crept across his forehead.
...
Tsk, the Second Prince, Edwan, really had the potential for "obsessive callback."
Yang Ming sent a message back to Miss Windsor, saying he was already awake, though she was certainly asleep now and couldn't immediately reply.
Next, Yang Ming called Edwan and casually lowered the call volume.
"Hey!"
Edwan's voice was filled with annoyance,
"Did you sleep like a dead pig, Yang Ming?"
