The next day.
Waking up.
"Ouch!"
Mu Youyou pinched herself.
Ouch.
After confirming it wasn't a dream, she picked up the computer on the bedside and reread the email she had read dozens of times last night, with a silly smile on her face. It took her quite a while to return to normal.
"Xiaomei."
"Hurry."
"Stop sleeping."
The early-riser Mu Youyou patted Yan Xiaomei lying next to her. To save on rent, the two rented a studio with a toilet. The groggy Yan Xiaomei slowly opened her eyes.
"Let me sleep a little longer, I was just dreaming of eating lobster."
"It's all your fault."
"The lobster is gone."
"..."
Mu Youyou was speechless; she fell back to sleep-confusion.
"Contract."
"Shanghai Stock Market."
"Millions."
Upon hearing this.
Yan Xiaomei was wide awake, she sat up abruptly, clenching her fists.
"Get up."
Wash up.
Eat breakfast.
