He Juan sat up with a groan and clumsily pulled the phone out of his pocket. Only when the screen's piercing light almost blinded his eyes did he realize that he had forgotten to turn on the light when he came in.
Fuck this, he thought, and proceeded to read the text on his phone with his eyes squinted into narrow lines.
It turned out to be messages from Chen Youzhi. The first was sent two hours ago when he was still talking to Marius. Come to think of it, it seemed like he had indeed sensed his phone vibrating in his pocket, but he had outrightly ignored it in lieu of catching up with his friend.
[Boss, Old Huang and Mo'er are awake. They're worried about your condition.]
Then the last message, the one that had just come in a minute ago:
[Are you sure that you don't need me to assist you, Boss? Please don't misunderstand. I don't mean to defy your order, but… I'm just worried that your fractured arm will inconvenience you.]
