"Uh~~" Suddenly, Yan Zhicheng groaned, then rubbed his neck and got up.
"Why is my neck so sore? But, that was a really comfortable sleep." Yan Zhicheng stretched his body, then picked up the phone beside him.
"Hmm? Eleven o'clock? Wait a minute, eleven in the morning? What the heck? Did I sleep for a whole day?"
Yan Zhicheng stared at the numerous pop-up messages and voice notifications on TT, utterly shocked.
At this moment, Mu Rufeng also woke up, rubbing his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"
"Oh no, oh no, we slept the whole day. We were supposed to have a 1V1 with the team last night and I haven't updated yesterday either. It's a disaster."
Yan Zhicheng immediately got up, turned on the computer, and started replying to messages on his phone using TT.
"Oh right, you mentioned yesterday that you're a web novelist. Don't you have any backlog? At least stock up a few days' worth of drafts." Mu Rufeng said.
