C235 Repulse

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Guan Hao was not woken up by Feng Yongxiang. Instead, he was awakened by a nightmare and was sweating profusely.

"What time is it?" Feng Yongxiang suddenly said.

"Two o'clock."

Guan Hao jumped off the bed. He was so tired that he actually went to sleep in his coat. A good shirt was pressed down so hard that it could have folded a thousand paper cranes