The next day.
The sky was fully bright.
In the hotel room, Dong Xuebin had not drawn the curtains before going to sleep last night. He was awakened by the blinding light. Groggily glancing outside, he staggered over to pull the curtains shut, then immediately plunged back beneath the covers, ready to sleep some more. He had no choice—he was exhausted. By the time Fang Wenping had left last night, it had already been the middle of the night. That old bastard had pulled another stunt, and the arrow already on Dong Xuebin's bowstring had never been fired, forcibly held back instead. He had already been unable to sleep, so how could he possibly fall asleep after that? He did not know how many cigarettes he had smoked in the dead of night before barely calming himself down. It was probably three or four in the morning when he finally fell asleep. How could this little sleep possibly be enough? He could sleep another seven or eight hours without any problem.
Hm?
It was daylight?
Dong Xuebin suddenly woke up a little more. In the dead of winter, if it was this bright outside, it was usually already late morning. It could no longer be considered early.
Damn it!
He had lost track of time!
Dong Xuebin hurriedly checked his watch. Good lord, it was already ten o'clock!
At that exact moment, Dong Xuebin's phone started chirping too. One look at the number gave him a headache—it was Fang Wenping.
He had to answer it.
"Hello, Director Fang." Dong Xuebin picked up the phone, and much of his drowsiness faded.
Fang Wenping said matter-of-factly, "Let's go. I've packed my things already."
Dong Xuebin broke out in a sweat. "Well, I'm not ready on my end yet. I'll be right there."