The next day, when Tang Anzhi woke up, the person by her side had already left. She turned her body and felt soreness in her waist and back, stretching her hand out to grab her phone from the nightstand. When she checked the time, to her surprise, it was already ten o'clock.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she suddenly sat up straight in bed. How could it be so late? She wasn't worried about being late for work, since she was the boss and no one would say anything.
But waking up later than both of her sons made her cover her face in dismay.
Just then, a flurry of urgent knocks on her door caused Tang Anzhi's brows to furrow, her heart tightening immediately because Huangfu Zheng never knocked when entering the bedroom.
And the regular servants wouldn't carelessly knock on her door unless there was an urgent matter.
