It finally began to pour in the morning after two days of gloomy weather.
Realizing that it was already past seven o'clock, An Xiaoning struggled to get out of bed. However, Jin Qingyan hugged her waist tightly and refused to let her get up.
She reached out to nudge Jin Qingyan, who sprung up abruptly. "Why did you nudge me?"
"Because I'm good at it," she answered, getting out of bed calmly.
"What an absurd answer…"
"Stop wasting time and lazing around. It's already half-past seven. You'll almost be late by the time you finish breakfast," she urged, placing the outfit she picked for him from the closet in the dressing room onto the bed.
"It's my company. I may report to work at whatever time I want. No one would dare to reprimand me for being late."
"As a leader, how are you supposed to earn the respect of your subordinates if you can't even be punctual yourself?" said An Xiaoning.
