As if getting an amnesty, Feng Ling fell asleep in a second.
Or maybe she didn't wake up at all just now but was "tortured" by him in the dream, instinctively begging for mercy.
At noon, the curtains in the room were closed and both of them were sleeping.
Li Nanheng's cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket repeatedly for at least ten minutes. The man impatiently reached out, picked it up, and put it in his ear. "What's up?! Don't disturb my sleep."
Not expecting he was sleeping during the day, the person on the other side of the line was stunned and then said, "Young Master Li, the Feng family had an accident! The elders of our family have been called out early in the morning and haven't come back now."
Hearing it, Li Nanheng was still impatient. "Does it have anything to do with the Li family? Why were the old men called out?"
