Xi Zheng said she wouldn't miss her flight, but in reality, when he woke her up the next morning, every nerve in her body refused to move. Her brain had gone on strike, and inside it was as if a lump of paste was being stirred.
After calling her several times, An Chuyu was still in a groggy state, frowning and murmuring.
In order not to hold up her work, Xi Zheng still forcibly dragged her up, nearly getting killed by her glare.
"Sorry," he apologized without much sincerity.
An Chuyu couldn't be bothered to give him another glance. She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and went to the bathroom to wash up, brushing her teeth with her eyes closed, ready to fall asleep at any moment.
Zhu Cuixi arrived on time with the driver to pick up An Chuyu.
Before, she would come in and provide a wake-up service directly, but knowing in advance that Xi Zheng was staying here, she and the driver stood outside the door and rang the doorbell first.