"Cheers to your late but fortunately not too late love."
Qiao Weiyang raised the glass in her hand and said sincerely to Xiao Qing.
…
Zhuojing Villa.
In the morning.
In the living room, Lu Gecheng was sitting on the sofa, playing the guitar and humming the new song he had written.
If he was anywhere in the world, a crowd would definitely gather around him, eager to see him.
If there was a camera that was here to record it, it would definitely be a million-dollar shot.
However, this sight was too common in Zhuojing Villa. Not only did no one clap and admire him, but no one even looked at him.
Jingyun and Xiao Bao were busy eating. Once they were done, they ran to the car to go to school.
The butler busied himself.
Su Zhuoqian picked up his napkin and elegantly wiped the corners of his lips. After putting it down, he stood up and left the dining hall.
