Chen Yansen put down his phone. Seeing Wang Zihao, he realized he wasn't in his dorm room, but in a hotel.
"Zihao, wake up!"
Chen Yansen got out of bed and lightly kicked the still-sleeping Wang Zihao.
"What the fuck! I'm dead tired. Can't you just let me sleep a little longer?"
Wang Zihao mumbled, his eyes heavy with sleep, before clutching his head and burrowing back under the covers.
"The commission's in!"
Chen Yansen raised his voice and roared right into Wang Zihao's ear.
"You son of a bitch, Chen Yansen! What did you say? No, no, no, Brother Sen, I was just talking in my sleep."
Wang Zihao jolted and shot up from the bed, completely bare except for a pair of boxer shorts.
"Come with me to the bank."
Chen Yansen couldn't bear to look at him. He tossed the words over his shoulder and walked into the bathroom.
"Chen…"
