The next morning, the sun was high in the sky.
Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating Xu Ruolan's delicate face, jolting her awake. She yawned as she reached for her phone on the bedside table, squinting at the screen.
Then she let out a piercing scream, "Ning Fan, get up quickly, we're going to be late."
"Stop messing around."
Ning Fan brushed off her arm, lying on the bed like a bullfrog, continuing to snore away.
With a smack.
Xu Ruolan's small hand landed on his back, and she said irritably, "Didn't you say we're visiting the old man today? Look at the time now, wouldn't it be bad if we're late?"
"Why so many rules?" Ning Fan turned over, leaning his head against Xu Ruolan's bosom, smiling, "In the future, you'll be the Young Mistress of the Ning Family, second only to one, above thousands. Whoever dares to gossip about you behind your back, I'll deal with them."
"Hey!"
