"Mr. Chen, did you not sleep well last night?"
Driving the car, Chen Donghai noticed Chen Cheng in the back seat looking noticeably weary and asked.
Chen Cheng yawned twice in succession, "Yeah, tossed and turned all night, didn't sleep well."
He first thought of Xiao Meier who wanted water in the middle of the night, then Meng Wanning who ended up vomiting all over the floor, and Mei Xiang who sleepily rolled out of bed, which truly gave him a headache.
"Too tired," Chen Cheng sighed.
Chen Donghai glanced at Chen Cheng through the rearview mirror, and replied with a smile, "You're tired yet blissful, I see."
Chen Cheng shook his head helplessly, no longer speaking, just gazing out of the car window, watching the morning traffic congestion, wishing only to finish his tasks quickly and return home for a nap.
The two soon arrived near International Trade, after parking the car, Chen Donghai started contacting the property manager they had an appointment with.
