Good gracious, good gracious!
Upon hearing this, Song Yun was shocked to his core; this was beyond professional—it was probably the pinnacle of the industry!
Unbelievable, unbelievable...
Since the six people were responsible solely for Ye Qingqing's every activity, Song Yun still had to make his own breakfast.
Sitting at the dining table, he watched his wife happily eat her pregnancy meal, and the delicious sandwich in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
The villa's doorbell rang, and Song Yun's muscles tensed up instantly, a result of the aftermath from the day before.
Huang Baoding initially wanted to check on the situation, but just then, Yang Yingying professionally pressed against her lower back and quietly peeped through the door's peephole, spotting a delivery guy outside dressed in a courier uniform.
"May I ask whom you're looking for?"
Yang Yingying asked coldly.
