Jiang Mansion Number One.
After Mo Chen returned, he sat on the sofa in the living room. The nanny approached and said, "Mr. Mo, would you like some sobering tea? Should I go and prepare a bowl for you?"
The man leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, and he lazily responded, "Hmm..."
As the nanny was about to turn and leave, Mo Chen asked, "Where's the Little Ghost?"
"Miss Qiao is up on the bedroom's observation deck. She said she wanted to read the script and not to be disturbed unless you came back."
Mo Chen chuckled softly, opened his eyes, then got up and walked upstairs, instructing, "Bring up the sobering tea later."
"Okay."
...
Inside the bedroom.
Qiao Ruoxin sat cross-legged on an outdoor sofa wearing a man's white shirt, a picture of alluring beauty clearly prepared with care.
She was also wearing a faint perfume, which was extremely suggestive.
Next to her was the script, her hand clutching her phone tightly.
