That night, Zhuang Long tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
He only fell asleep when it was almost dawn. Not long after he fell asleep, he started to dream. This dream was intermittent, but the content was the same. It kept replaying those devastatingly ambiguous scenes.
It was nine in the morning when he woke up.
Zhuang Long came to the first floor in low spirits. He said to the butler, "Order the chef to make some porridge and prepare some appetizers. I'll eat those."
"Okay."
Zhuang Long saw a bag hanging on the wall and asked the head butler, "Yinbing is here?"
"Miss Ji arrived this morning. She's in the laboratory building now."
"Oh."
