It wasn't until noon that Wu Yifan was still asleep. After all, he had overexerted himself last night and almost lost it. In his daze, he heard the phone ringing. Half-squinting, he reached out from under the covers, fumbled for a long time to find the phone, and answered it, hearing Wu Mengda's anxious voice from the other end: "Yifan, where are you?"
"I... I'm sleeping, sorry." Wu Yifan opened his eyes and was shocked to see how late it was. The sun was already high, and the film crew must have started work a long time ago, making him instantly half-awake.
"Everyone's waiting for you. Which hotel are you at? Do you need me to send someone to pick you up?"
"No, no, I'll be there right away." Wu Yifan hurriedly scrambled to get dressed.
"Little Fanshu, where are you going so early?" A pig-faced head popped out from under the covers.
"What time is it already, sis, you keep sleeping, I have something to do and need to go."
