The next day.
When Bao Gucheng got up, he felt a bit of soreness in his head.
He glanced at his fully-clothed self lying in bed, the documents on the table half-reviewed, and the window slightly ajar from the breeze...
When did he fall asleep last night, and why didn't he remember anything at all?
He vaguely remembered being quite angry last night, full of fury he wanted to unleash, but upon waking up, although his head throbbed, the frustration in his heart had completely vanished.
When did he become so broad-minded?
Hearing him get up, Chen Long entered with a tablet to report the tasks.
He hadn't even said much before Bao Gucheng interrupted, "Did I do anything special last night?"
It wouldn't have mattered if he didn't ask, because as soon as he did, Chen Long almost cried, "Sir, you were so harsh training us last night, my waist almost snapped — you nearly broke me with that over-the-shoulder throw."
Is that special enough!
Bao Gucheng pondered, "Nothing else?"
