Five o'clock in the morning.
Yang Chen suddenly sat up from the bed, quickly got out of bed, and went to the living room.
Silence.
Not even the servants were up yet.
For some reason, Yang Chen felt a bit uneasy.
He patrolled around the villa and only after confirming there was no danger did he go back to his room to change clothes and freshen up for exercise.
As usual, he ate breakfast prepared by the servants, read the newspaper, basked in the sun for a while, waited for Wei Xueqing to finish her makeup, and then drove off.
Upon returning to the company, Yang Chen continued with some translation work. Now, most translation-related materials were entrusted to Yang Chen. Firstly, because of his strong translation skills, and secondly, because Wei Xueqing took care of him, hoping he would earn more salary.
Noon, 11:45.
Yang Chen's phone rang.
He took it out and glanced at it, the note was Yanyan.
Yang Chen smiled and directly answered the call, asking, "What's up?"
