Lu Xiang's learning ability was always astonishingly strong, at least Song Lan thought so.
Just one conversation, and she grasped the essence of being a bad woman—when he was woken up by the alarm clock the next day, Lu Xiang had already arrived at the department for work early as usual, and after groggily climbing out of bed, Song Lan realized a terrible fact.
It was 6:03 AM, just three minutes past Lu Xiang's usual time for starting work.
As his vision gradually cleared, his phone displayed an even more horrifying detail.
Today was Saturday, a day off.
But before leaving, Lu Xiang had considerately set 10 alarms for him to ensure he went to bed and woke up early.