After a night of fierce battle, Ye Fan woke up a little after 8 a.m. the next day, remembering he had promised to take Tantai Wanrong shopping, so he got up.
Anyway, he was nowhere near tired, it was just that the field had been plowed too fast.
He climbed out of bed, picked up the hotel phone, and ordered two breakfasts.
As Ye Fan was about to freshen up, Zhao Tianya had already awakened, and lazily called out, "Ye Fan, no rush getting up, it's still very early."
"I have things to do today," Ye Fan said. "I ordered breakfast, and it will be here soon. After eating, you can continue to rest, and I'll go get things done."
"Ye Fan!" Zhao Tianya called out again, "I don't care if you have things to do, first come and chat with me for a while."
With no choice, Ye Fan walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, saying, "Go ahead."
"Lie down first," Zhao Tianya said with a feigned annoyance.
Ye Fan shook his head, smiled, took off his shoes, and lay down.
