"All set!" After a careful check, Luo Xiaoqian zipped up the suitcase with a smile, suddenly remembering something, "Ah, I forgot the umbrella!"
Behind her, there was no sound.
"The umbrella!" she repeated.
Still no response.
Luo Xiaoqian turned around to find that Leng Zimo had left sometime earlier.
Recalling she had seen one in the cloakroom just before, Luo Xiaoqian stood up and went inside, found an umbrella on the rack, and immediately put it into his suitcase.
Gurgle!
Her empty stomach shamelessly growled.
"Three million, finding a maid-cum-chef-cum-sounding board like me, Leng Zimo, you've made a bargain!"
Clutching her stomach, she stepped out of the room and made her way downstairs.
But there he was, coming from the direction of the door, holding a puffed-up bag in his hand.
In the air, there was a faint scent—that of food.
Stimulated by the aroma, Luo Xiaoqian's stomach protested once more.
Leng Zimo glanced at her.
"Let's eat!"
