The second day.
Five in the morning.
Yang Fan, still deeply immersed in a pleasant dream with beauties on both sides, was rudely awakened by a phone call from Wang Daqiang.
He turned over and withdrew his hand from Yun Miaoyi's incredibly soft embrace, grabbed the phone, and groggily asked, "What is it?"
"Fanzi, isn't it about time for us to head out?" Wang Daqiang shouted over the phone.
Yang Fan paused for a good moment before finally recalling what it was about.
Last night, he'd told Wang Daqiang about today's plan to pick up some goods—scheduled for this morning.
He glanced at his phone screen; it read ten past five.
"My dear man, it's barely five! What are you up to?" Yang Fan asked helplessly.
"You didn't give me an exact time, so I figured... why not go early?" Wang Daqiang replied sheepishly.
"So what you mean is... it's too early? Then go back to sleep, I'll head out later."
