Late at night, a deafening cell phone ringtone came from the seventh floor of an apartment: "Boss, boss~~ answer the phone quickly! Boss, boss~~..."
Chenxing stretched out a slender hand from the quilt. There were obvious calluses on the fingertips. It was easy to see that they were worn out by using the keyboard for a long time. He picked up the mobile phone on the pillow, scratched his messy black hair with sleepy eyes.
The voice full of laziness was like a tired Persian cat: "Hey... Brother..." "Morning Star, what time is it?! It's eight o'clock in the evening, you are still sleeping?! I know you must still be sleeping! Get up quickly, my cosplay show is about to start! You promised me two days ago! Hurry up! Come here!" Chen Xi roared in the dressing room backstage, and Zhang Lin, the girl who put on makeup for him, secretly shouted: The boss has gone crazy, the weather is dry, be careful of the candle!