Several days had passed.
At 10 a.m., Wei Tianyang got out of bed and called Li Songyan to ask when the trial would begin, but even after the phone connected, there was no answer from the other side.
Perhaps he hadn't woken up yet? With some doubt, he decided to go to the hospital to see for himself.
Just as he opened the door, he saw Starbucks, disheveled, staggering out of Kacha's room.
The two exchanged glances, and Starbucks gave a meaningful smile, then headed towards the stairwell.
At that moment, Kacha also came out, bare-chested, with his jeans still unbuttoned.
Seeing Wei Tianyang standing at the door, his face still groggy with sleep, the sleepiness vanished instantly.
"Ishmael, you're up early," he chuckled.
"It's 10 o'clock," Wei Tianyang reminded.
"Uhh... last night... it happened quite frequently, to be honest, she's hard to satisfy," he said.
Wei Tianyang glanced at his phone and asked, "Still going to the cafe to read this afternoon?"