Director Yang was still sitting downstairs. Seeing Ning Chunchi return, he said, "You can't switch tonight."
Ning Chunchi's expression was thunderous.
Director Yang sighed. He spent ages earnestly trying to reason with Ning Chunchi, but still couldn't get this formidable guest to leave.
In the end, Director Yang had no choice but to reveal what was coming. "You really are something. Just hang in there a little longer. You can switch tomorrow night, but don't tell the other guests."
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Ning Chunchi thanked him, then walked away with elegant strides, satisfied.
He had known there was no way he could switch tonight. After all, he and Yang Qi had been classmates for years. Director Yang might seem good-tempered, but deep down, he was stubborn as a mule and never went back on his word. Ning Chunchi's goal had been to find out exactly when he could change rooms so he could prepare himself.
Thankfully, they were sharing a twin room. Out of consideration for Qin Yuan, who went to bed early, Jiang Yumiao had lain down to rest early too. Otherwise, with his recently chaotic sleep schedule, he might have tossed and turned until midnight again.
Jiang Yumiao lay drowsily beneath the warm covers, checking the gland patch on the back of his neck one last time before falling asleep.
The second male lead had told him not to take it off at night. He had obediently put it on after his shower and buttoned his pajamas neatly all the way up.
Yep, perfectly safe!
As the night deepened, even the tourist city of Lanqing grew quiet, the entire city settling into peaceful sleep.
Yet in a second-floor room at the Cloud River Residence, Jiang Yumiao suddenly opened his eyes.
Hunger had woken him up!