Yang Fan didn't know when he woke up, he slept wonderfully, yawned, and climbed up from the sofa. It was already dark outside.
The house was empty, so he turned on the living room light and checked the time—it was already 7:30 PM.
He felt a bit hungry, went to the kitchen, and found nothing. He didn't need to pretend to be a nine-to-five worker tomorrow; he could wake up whenever he wanted.
It seemed like he would have to cook for himself, and he didn't know if Murong Yan was going to come home today.
Just as Yang Fan was about to enter the kitchen, he heard shouting from outside: "Yang Fan, Yang Fan, come out quickly!"
That was Murong Yan's voice. Yang Fan rushed outside and saw her in the yard, standing there with a strange expression. "What happened?" he asked.
"I… I'm scared," Murong Yan stammered, looking frantic.
Yang Fan approached her, cautiously looking around. There was nothing unsafe or threatening. "What exactly happened?" Yang Fan asked again.
Bang!