Cheng Ruoran replied immediately, "Got it, CEO Shen. Do you have any other arrangements?"
"No."
Walking into the office, Shen Fanxing gave Xiao Zhao a call.
The call went through instantly and Xiao Zhao's low voice sounded. "Hello, Sister Xing."
"Chu Yi is not awake yet?" Shen Fanxing went straight to the point.
"Yeah," snorted Little Zhao softly, who was on the verge of tears.
Whenever there was a schedule in the morning, he would feel like dying a million times.
Chu Yi's bad temper when he woke up was just like a volcano eruption. Everywhere he went, people died.
Who could withstand his temper?
At the thought of waking him up again tomorrow, he felt like dying right now.
Shen Fanxing went silent for a while before speaking into the phone,
"Go and get some water from the kitchen…"
Little Zhao took a deep breath and seemed to have understood something. He shook his head frantically and said, "No, no, no! Sister Xing, you might as well kill me!"
"What are you thinking? I merely want you to water the vase of flowers in the living room."
"Sister Xing… it's already late and you're still thinking of watering the plants?!"
Shen Fanxing's voice deepened as she said, "If my flowers wilt, are you going to compensate me?"
"Okay alright! I'm sorry, I'll go now. But Sister Xing, Chu Yi…"
"There's no hurry."
Little Zhao took a deep breath and poured water into a container. Then he poured the water into the vase containing the flowers.
No hurry?
Yes, there was no hurry now. But it will be tomorrow!
But why did he have to come so early in the morning?
Xiao Zhao sighed as he poured more water into the vase.
Just as he was about to stand up, a deafening alarm suddenly rang shrilly.
Frightened, he crouched down immediately and hugged his head with his hands.
"What happened?"
Shen Fanxing heard the alarm through the phone and her lips curled into a grin. She said, "You've exceeded the water limit."
Little Zhao was speechless
In less than a minute, the door to one of the bedrooms flew open.
There was a murderous look on his handsome face, and at that moment, he was as cold as an ice sculpture. His eyes were terrifyingly ruthless, and he looked as though he wanted to tear someone apart before breaking their bones.
"What happened?!" The moment he spoke, the atmosphere turned into ice.
Little Zhao held the phone, and he was too afraid to look at Chu Yi's darkened face.
"Pass him the phone," replied Shen Fanxing in a cool voice. Little Zhao hurried forward and handed the phone to Chu Yi cautiously.
"It's Sister Xing. Sister Xing…"
Indeed, after Chu Yi heard Shen Fanxing's name, his darkened face turned better and he took the phone. "What's the matter?"
"Wake up now and go out and act. Wake up on time tomorrow at 8:00 a.m. Otherwise, you can indicate if you prefer to hear the sound of the trumpet or the alarm blasting. Or I can hire a dance crew just for you. You decide…"
She was speechless…
Chu Yi's dashing face fell once again.
In the end, Shen Fanxing concluded, "If you have difficulty choosing, I can help you to decide tomorrow. Look forward to it."
The veins on Chu Yi's forehead twitched and he bellowed, "Witch!"
Shen Fanxing replied noncommittally, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow."
With that, she hung up.
Chu Yi stared at his phone for a long time before he threw it to Little Zhao.
In the end he turned around and stomped to his luxurious bedroom. When he heard the alarm sound, he gritted his teeth and yelled, "Turn off that damn sound!"