***
Qiao Chutian did not move.
At this moment, his mind was entirely filled with the scene of pretending to be dead in the pool with Mai Xiaomai that day...
It had felt really good.
Only, all of this had already become the past...
She had her own path, her own company, and no longer needed him.
"Uncle Zhang, why haven't you called the young master to get up and take a bath and change his clothes?"
Seeing him lying there for so long, Xiaomai hurriedly dialed Uncle Zhang's number.
"Young Mistress, I have called, but he won't listen. I'll give the phone to the young master, you persuade him."
Uncle Zhang handed the phone to Qiao Chutian, "Young master, the young mistress is looking for you."
Qiao Chutian did not take the phone, nor did he speak, still looking at his stars, as if they held a strong attraction.
Xiaomai was frantic.
