The next morning, the alarm clock rang twice. Michelle opened her eyes, half asleep and half awake. She reached out to turn off the alarm clock and fell asleep again.

She rubbed against the pillow with her head and pouted her mouth two times.

Three WeChat messages came from the phone between the two pillows.

An account called Lu texted, "Good morning, Michelle. It's time for breakfast. Go downstairs.

Lu texted, "I'm at your door.

Lu texted, "My dear white rabbit, open the door, please. Open the door quickly. I want to come inside. Michelle, get up and open the door.

The beep on the pillow made Michelle impatiently frown and feel something under the pillow. ...

When she reached for the phone, the screen had already lit up, and her eyes were squinting uncomfortably. She vaguely saw the WeChat message from Leon, but she thought it was a dream.

'How could Leon be good at singing My Dear White Rabbit?'

She stopped singing this song after grade three.

But sometimes her mother would knock on her door and sing.

'How could Leon say My Dear White Rabbit?

It must be in my dream.

Later, I will ask Leon to sing My Dear White Rabbit for me.'

Michelle turned over and continued to sleep, resting her head on her arm. Her face was uncomfortable with the emerald diamond bracelet on her wrist, so she had to take her hand out and change her

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eon said slowly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Michelle's voice was a little trembling, because of the astonishing number, and also because of the car accident. She began to worry. "Oh! My God! Then, are Colby and that man okay? Is it serious? I'll call Colby and ask him about it.

As his friend, we didn't know that he had suffered such a big thing yesterday. We were still playing happily and didn't care about him." Michelle reached for her phone, only to find that it was in the bedroom upstairs.

As soon as she stood up, a strong hand on her shoulder pressed her down and sat down.

"I've inquired about it. There's something wrong with his car and he's fine. He's very busy now. Don't cause him any trouble. When he finishes his work, he'll contact you by himself." Noticing that she was worried about others, Leon said calmly.

"Okay. I hope he can solve this matter smoothly." Michelle was still worried.

"Don't worry about him. Just worry about yourself. Don't take Colby's car anymore. He's not good at driving," Leon reminded her.

If he had a good driving skill, he wouldn't have let Charles hit his car successfully. However, Charles's driving skill was really good. He didn't make anyone suspect that he hit the car himself. He didn't look like a driver who only knew how to drive a truck.

Leon didn't know where Bryant hired this talent.