"Get up, wash up, and head out in 15 minutes," James Black said. "I'll use the restroom outside, leaving the one in the master bedroom for you. Don't laze around. If you're not up when I come back in ten minutes, I'll carry you out in your pajamas."
"So cruel~" Jane Sampson complained, resignedly letting out a sigh as she scrambled out of bed.
Fifteen minutes later, James Black led Jane Sampson, who was dressed in sportswear, downstairs.
At not even 6 o'clock, the residential community was still relatively quiet. It wasn't until they reached the runway that more people began to appear.
By chance, Jane Sampson spotted two familiar faces from afar.
Shirley Young was holding the hand of her bouncing daughter.
"Jane Sampson, seeing that a little lass is more diligent than you, don't you feel ashamed?" James Black tapped the back of Jane Sampson's hand.
