The next day, early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin lazily got out of bed, freshened up, and went to make breakfast.
It was only when she got downstairs that she noticed everything was back to normal; all the furniture had been replaced.
After making breakfast, she went upstairs to knock on the master bedroom door, only to find it empty.
"Damn man! Leaves without saying a word! Made me cook two breakfasts for nothing!"
She grumbled softly to herself as she went down to the dining room to eat breakfast alone.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Qiao Ruoxin answered the phone with a carefree attitude, "Hello? Who is this?"
"Miss Qiao, could you please come to the estate? Master Mo, during his psychological therapy session..."
The fork in her hand dropped onto the plate, making a jarring sound.
"What happened to him?"
"Master Mo has fallen into a coma, he's running a fever and vomiting incessantly."
"I'll be right there!"
