It is 12:58 when Mu Yuan opened his eyes the next day.
His body felt like he had climbed a thousand-meter peak, or been run over by a heavy truck.
A soreness and pain radiated from his tailbone upwards and downwards.
He was weak, pitiful and helpless, but he did not deserve sympathy.
Because it was indeed his own fault!
After Mu Yuan failed in his third attempt to get up from the bed,
he resigned himself to his fate and collapsed back on the bed. He slammed the bed in anger. Although it was his own fault, he still had to scold him. So he roared, releasing all the foul air in his chest:
"Ling Yan! You bastard!"
"Hey Brother Ling! I heard the boss scolding you. He should be awake. Hurry up, the makeup team has been waiting for a long time. Get him to get up, wash up and eat. The meeting is at 2 pm, otherwise it will be too late."
Mu Yuan heard Ling Yan's pleasant voice and said "hmm". After that, the door of Zuirenju was pushed open.
