Early in the morning, Zhou Xiaoyue's first action was to search for her phone, hoping Song Qingping hadn't contacted her yet.
Lin Yan sat up, groggy and glancing at the clock on the wall; it was only half-past five.
She immediately lay back down, closing her eyes as she said, "Getting up so early? It's not even daylight yet, aren't you tired?"
Zhou Xiaoyue hadn't slept well at all last night.
She turned to hold Lin Yan's arm and asked her, "How do you plan to find Song Qingping? We don't even know where she lives now; she doesn't reply to WeChat or answer calls."
Lin Yan yawned drowsily, her eyes still closed, "It's not hard to find someone, dear, just let me sleep a bit more, I'm exhausted."
Lin Yan had never been an early riser for many years, so getting up early would make her feel tired all day, whereas staying up late she could handle.
