The next day.
When Qin Yu woke up, it was already nearly ten o'clock.
Ring, ring...
If it hadn't been for his phone ringing continuously, he might have slept until the afternoon.
From the wrinkled sheets, it wasn't hard to tell that last night's battle with Miao Xian'er had been fierce.
Indeed, the twin-tail critical hit plus attack speed was too much for most men to handle.
Galloping until the late night, Qin Yu felt almost hollowed out, and only then did Miao Xian'er let him be.
When she was leaving, seeing him sleeping soundly, she went to the airport with Ghost Granny without waking him.
"Hello, Dad?"
The phone was still ringing, and it was Qin Jianjun who had called.
Qin Yu sat up halfway, rubbed his eyes, and thought to himself, indeed, there are only tired cows, not over-tilled fields. Even with such good physical fitness, he was a bit exhausted.