It was another ordinary noon. Yamamoto was busy in the kitchen, and Bai Lan was sitting at the table waiting to eat.
Bai Lan suddenly asked: "Xiao Wu, how many days are there in a week?"
Yamamoto frowned slightly: "Seven days."
Bai Lan: "How many hours are there in a week?"
Yamamoto glanced at Bai Lan impatiently: "148 hours... What do you want to say?"
Bai Lan smiled and said, "How many minutes are there in a week?"
Yamamoto: "10080——Die!!"
Bailan stood up, hugged Yamamoto, put her head on Yamamoto's shoulder and smiled: "Then, I will love you every minute of every week..."