It was already midnight, and Zheng Ren had no idea what he had done for the rest of the day.
It was so messy that it felt like a lifetime ago.
Early in the morning, he was shocked by the news that old Department Director pan had lung cancer.
Later that night, he was shocked by little Yiren again.
He had high levels of hormone secretion twice a day, and his nerves were extremely tense. When Zheng Ren returned to his old villa, he felt a little tired.
After a simple wash up, he went to sleep.
The next morning, he received a call before he even woke up.
"Zheng Ren, wake up and eat!" The little Yiren's energetic voice made Zheng Ren feel that life was actually still very beautiful.
It would be even better if everyone was quiet, gentle, and peaceful.
When she went over for breakfast, she saw a dozen bottles of red wine at the entrance.
"What's the point of preparing this? A gift?" Zheng Ren asked casually.
