Firstly, his sleep quality was never good, and secondly, his heart was racing too fast for him to fall asleep.
With eyes wide open, he watched as the night transformed into day. Quan Hanting unexpectedly felt an inexplicable sense of excitement, quite different from the usual restlessness after insomnia.
It was as if the wonderful sensation from that time still lingered on his lips.
Such a feeling was both unfamiliar and novel to Quan Hanting.
The wall clock's hour hand pointed at six o'clock. He turned and sat up, half-leaning against the headboard, picking up his phone to call someone.
After a long beep, a hoarse "Hello" came from the other end. That person didn't appear to be in the best mood.
"It's me, Third Brother."
"Sixth Brother?" Hu Zhibei, who was far away in England, instantly lost all drowsiness and sat up from his bed. "Is something wrong? Did you ask Mr. Zou to check on you? I'll book the earliest flight..."