The curtain was slammed open, and a sharp light came, Tan Yu wrinkled his eyelids dissatisfied, turned over to the backlight, and went to sleep.

"Second Young Master, it's time to get up." The female voice is calm, but very penetrating.

A chill struck, Tan Yu couldn't help but feel a thrill, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Obviously, it has been a long time since I have heard this 'wake-up bell' that is far more terrifying than an alarm clock, but Tan Yu still completed the conditioned reflex for the first time, turned his head suddenly, and said with a frightened face: "Mother Wu-you-why are you here-"

"What do you say?" A round figure stood in front of the window with his back to the window, his face covered with a dark shadow, and looked at Tan Yu who was full of messy hair on the bed with a smile.

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