Three days passed in a flash.
Morning.
Ring ring ring, the phone rang on time.
On the bed, Qin Hao lay in a person-shaped sleeping position, eyes closed, drooling from the corner of his mouth, deeply immersed in a beautiful dream.
The Night Emperor, who is feared by many, actually sleeps in such an ordinary way. If the outside world knew, many would be shocked.
The phone ringing didn't wake Qin Hao; he remained in his wonderful dream, smiling even more.
Ring ring ring!
Patience has its limits. Qin Hao suddenly woke drowsily, angrily shouting: "Who the hell is courting death early in the morning? I almost pushed them down!"
Helplessly, he picked up the phone and yelled: "Who is this!"
The person on the other end seemed startled, and after a moment, Sister Hua's timid voice came through: "Qin Hao... sorry..."
"Uh, Sister Hua..." Qin Hao instantly deflated, "What's up?"
He actually knew Sister Hua's intentions, and because he felt guilty, his tone was extra soft.
