Now, people are eagerly awaiting the inauguration of the new president and the revelation of the national goddess's marital partner.
However, Ye Xingguang wasn't interested in this. She wanted to check out other news, but all she saw were stories about the national treasure's birthday. The screens were filled with her images, with reporters stationed outside the hotel where Xia Yanyan's birthday party was taking place to provide live coverage. By now, many luxury cars had parked in front of the hotel.
After scrolling for a while, she decided to close her eyes and continue sleeping. But then, she heard footsteps outside the room and saw Xia Ye Zhao coming in.
After her sleep, Xia Ye Zhao, who had watched over her all night, took a nap on the living room couch. He had just woken up and again came to her room, reaching out to touch her forehead. He sighed with relief, "No fever. Does your stomach still hurt?"
"Yeah, but it's not as severe as it was last night."
