In the blink of an eye, the end of the month arrived, and the city's temperature continued to rise.
As the day was just breaking, Shen Cheng's phone rang.
Reaching out to feel for her phone on the bedside table, she squinted at the caller ID—
Then pushed the phone aside and turned over to continue sleeping.
Yet the caller had no intention of hanging up, dialing again and again.
The ringtone echoed, neither hurried nor slow, sounding somewhat abrupt in the quiet morning.
Annoyed, she grabbed her phone, her pale fingers swiping swiftly across the screen.
"Lin Xiaomiao, are you so free this early in the morning?"
"One minute, speak quickly."
Disturbed from her dream, Shen Cheng's attitude was understandably poor.
Besides, she didn't want to get close to those so-called 'rich people'!
"Shen Cheng, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you're even more outspoken..."
"..." What does that have to do with her?