Shen Fangli took Yan Xianjue's hand and climbed over the wall with considerable difficulty.
The moment her feet touched the ground, she let out a long breath.
Then she dusted herself off and complained softly, "This is obviously your house. Why do we have to sneak over the wall just to watch the sunrise?"
Yan Xianjue chuckled. "Have a heart. Pity Ji Xi a little. He had a video conference last night that ran past two in the morning. He's probably only just fallen asleep."
"If we went out through the front door, we'd definitely wake him up."
Shen Fangli inhaled the chilly early-morning air and said mournfully, "And whose fault is that?!"
If Jiang Miaomiao's junior hadn't helped Ji Xi out, she suspected he wouldn't merely have been sleeping in the living room. He might not even have had a blanket.
Yan Xianjue deliberately said, "Of course it's Lei Xuan's fault. He planned this whole show himself. Even Yao Weiran barely had a hand in it."
Shen Fangli was speechless for a moment, but she still obediently took the jacket Yan Xianjue handed her and put it on.
Even though it was summer, the weather at three thirty in the morning was still rather chilly.
But her mouth did not stop. "Don't think I don't know it's because Yao Weiran has been busy preparing things related to the stage play."
"And Ji Xi was working overtime until two in the morning because he had to do the work of both of you by himself!"
Yan Xianjue had casually tied his jacket around his waist. For someone who was afraid of heat, this temperature was actually just right.
He selectively ignored the latter half of Shen Fangli's words.
"Looks like Zhuang Yushu told you quite a lot?"
Shen Fangli shrugged.