"Madam, please have a little more, I cooked a lot."
"No, thank you," Nan Wan grabbed a napkin to wipe her mouth and stood up, "When Mu Huan comes back, please make him two cups of hangover tea, Aunt Zhou. I'm a bit tired, I'll go upstairs to rest."
Aunt Zhou stood up as well. Although she wanted to persuade a bit more, she knew it would be in vain, "...Alright."
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Nan Wan was startled awake by the vibration of the phone, instinctively reaching for the spot beside her.
It was cold...
He hadn't come back yet?
Her arm reached to the bedside table, taking the vibrating phone; the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.
The time in the top left corner read: 3:27 AM.
She propped herself up and turned on the bedside lamp, answering the call, "Who is this?"
