Inside the door of the 19th floor, the butler was smiling amiably, "Sir took the young master to the amusement park; they'll be back before dinner. Miss, feel free to order whatever you'd like to eat!"
Was this... an escape?
Ye Wan felt so tired at heart.
Still, doing practice questions was a bit more relaxing.
"I'll just take a sandwich; I won't come down for lunch, so please help yourselves."
Carrying a sandwich and some yogurt, Ye Wan went upstairs and started her live stream.
Chinese, mathematics, foreign languages, liberal arts, and sciences, Ye Wan didn't know how many test papers she had done, nor how many questions she had explained.
She only knew that by the time she ended the stream, her throat was hoarse.
Her brain felt empty, and her internal organs began to protest.
Ye Wan floated down the stairs like a lost soul, and as soon as she entered, she smelled a fragrance that pierced her soul.
In the dining room, the red-oil hotpot was bubbling.
