Brush teeth, wash up, eat breakfast, stretch a little, and Yang Qizhou was back on the sofa again.
Work?
Working is absolutely out of the question. With over six million yuan in hand, how could he still stoop to a sorting center job, slogging through twelve hours a day just for a measly three hundred yuan?
Although, maybe, possibly, probably, this couple million might get swallowed by the 'Hidden God's Clothes' tonight.
QAQ.
"Wow, Qizhou-ge, you're actually home? Why aren't you working?" A tiny, cute figure dashed inside.
"Not into it, too lazy to move. I'm lying flat, officially rotting away..."
As he muttered, he suddenly thought of something and glared viciously. "I literally locked the door. How the hell did you get into my place?"
Ding Xiaolan smirked mischievously, twirling the key in her hand. "You're so dumb. Did you forget? This house belongs to my family."
A spare key, apparently.
Damn it,
