"Mr. Mu, get up quickly." Early in the morning, Mu Jiyun had a small figure in front of his bed. His tender little hand was tugging his arm hard, trying to pull him out of bed.

Mu Jiyun turned over and continued his ceremony of Duke Zhou, but the little fellow pulled him reluctantly, so that he had to sit up, climbed his hair with his hands in frustration, and stared at the little fellow with confused eyes. When he came back last night, it was already three o'clock in the morning. He felt how he had been woken up just when he fell asleep. He looked at the time...