Early the next day, Mu Yan was woken up by the sound of the phone ringing.
She reached out to grab the phone on the bedside table, but someone else picked it up before she could.
"Uh..." She frowned, opened her eyes, and sleepily looked at the person next to her, muttering, "Whose call is it?"
The indulgence from last night left her voice a little hoarse.
"A sales call, let's keep sleeping." Jiang Jingheng put the phone on silent and placed it on his side.
"Mmm." Mu Yan was so sleepy at that moment that she didn't think much of it.
She leaned towards him, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
But soon after, the phone rang again, this time it was Jiang Jingheng's.
Jiang Jingheng's expression darkened slightly as he picked up the phone, glanced at it, and then hung up.
Mu Yan frowned and asked, "Why did you hang up too?"
"Also a sales call." He said nonchalantly.
Mu Yan closed her eyes and then suddenly opened them, asking, "What time is it now?"
"Eight thirty."
