Mo Tingshen slowly sat up.
The headache was about to burst his head open.
Last night, Chu Yao handed him a glass of water. He drank it all without asking.
She was ruthless, who knows how many sleeping pills she put in.
He called Chu Yao, but unsurprisingly, he was blocked.
Mo Tingshen raised his hand to his temple and rubbed it hard a few times.
After clearing his head a bit, he called Nan Jiaojiao. After just two rings, he had only said half the word "sister" before Bo Yanching's low voice came through: "She's sleeping, you'd better know your place."
Mo Tingshen chuckled quietly, "Then help me tell my sister that it's urgent, can she wake up so I can talk to her, and then she can go back to sleep?"
Bo Yanching didn't respond immediately. There were sounds from his end, probably him getting up from bed.
"Mo Tingshen, learn how to speak properly. Those last few words, if someone overheard, they might think you were flirting with some lover."
