C95 Face to Face Confrontation

"Ah …" "Well, what time is it?" Wei Nuanyang rubbed his eyes and yawned without caring about his image.

"About twelve."

"Oh my god, it's so late."

Wei Nuanyang cried out in grief. He wanted to sit up, but his arms were too weak to support him and he fell back onto the bed.

"What's wrong?" Yuezheng Du quickly went up and pulled him, "Are you not feeling well?"

"Probably too much sleep