"It's already ten o'clock," Mo Xun coaxed her softly in her ear.
Tang ZhiLuo suddenly sat up, "Ten o'clock? Is it that late already?"
She glanced at her phone, and indeed it was ten o'clock, but why hadn't her sister called to wake her up?
Thinking about what happened last night, Tang ZhiLuo felt a surge of guilt and sent a WeChat message to Tang Zhixian: "Sis, did Dad scold you badly yesterday?"
She sat on the bed, her shoulder strap slipping down, revealing a large expanse of snowy white skin.
Mo Xun's deep gaze rested on her.
Her phone pinged, and Tang ZhiLuo took a look.
It was a voice message from Tang Zhixian, "Just woke up, it's all good, he's always like that, when does he not scold me?"