"It appears he did not lie to me; he dreamt of everything about me in the dreamland," Liu Lanxi said to herself.
If it had happened once or twice, it might have been a coincidence.
But three, four times? How could it still be a coincidence?
Everything here mirrored her home. When Liu Lanxi and Mo Huasong were together years ago, she had designed her home just like this.
"I can live here, but you must not tell your young master to come and disturb me," Liu Lanxi instructed the manager.
The manager hastily responded: "Miss Liu, rest assured, our young master said he would not disturb you."
"Your young master knows I am here?" Liu Lanxi frowned.
The manager, realising his slip-up, stammered: "Miss Liu, as subordinates, we must report to our young master if you visit—"
"He will fire you?" For some reason, when learning that Mo Huasong knew about her presence there, Liu Lanxi did not blame the manager.
