The next day.

Song Ci slowly woke up from the familiar splitting headache again.

Looking at the familiar furnishings around her, she thought Song Wan had sent her home. She felt relieved and got out of bed in a daze.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Mrs. Song staring at her angrily, and she looked away with guilt, "Mom, you got up very early."

"Morning? It's almost twelve o'clock now!"

Song's mother, who hated the iron, slapped Song Ci's groggy ...