Rong Yan wiped her face and immediately sprang out of bed. "I'm at home."
"At home?" Estelle's tone didn't sound particularly friendly. She said with a sarcastic smile, "Mr. Rong didn't just get up at this hour, did she?"
Every time Rong Yan heard her call her Mr. Rong, her scalp tingled. She hurriedly slipped on her shoes and grabbed her phone, walking toward the bathroom, awkwardly explaining as she cradled the phone, "I stayed up too late last night… accidentally overslept, and the alarm didn't go off, so…" She had spectacularly overslept!
Estelle, sitting in the speeding Mercedes on her way over, pinched the bridge of her nose but didn't bother arguing with her. Gripping her phone, she urged, "Alright, I'll be downstairs at your building in fifteen minutes. Get moving and come down in fifteen minutes. Make sure to put on light makeup and change into professional clothing. Don't dress too casually like you usually do!"
"Uh…"
