"Ring, Ring, Ring..."
The ringing phone woke Lin Fan from his deep sleep. He removed his hand from Chen Jiayi's soft chest, picked up the fallen phone from the ground, and pressed the answer button.
"Lin Fan, I'm officially informing you that the secretariat has canceled your secondment. Get your ass back to the office to report tomorrow!"
It was the voice of the office director Qu Liping over the phone—this tigress always had such impatience with him. Before Lin Fan could say a word, the call was abruptly disconnected.
"Damn it!"
The moment he heard that old witch's voice, Lin Fan felt displeasure surge in his heart. That woman must be going through menopause.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Jiayi, still groggy from sleep, stretched her jade arms around Lin Fan's arm, and the softness from her chest swept away the gloom that lingered, instantly lifting his spirits.
