After Su Qi left, Lin Yingying closed the door and sat down beside Long Fei.
She took a sip of tea, noticed the note Long Fei had left on the coffee table, and muttered to him incredulously, "Still practicing, are you practicing the art of sleeping?"
She reached out and pinched Long Fei's nose.
Long Fei made no response.
She simply couldn't believe it and pinched Long Fei's waist.
Still, Long Fei did not react; apart from breathing, he seemed to be hibernating.
"What did you do last night to be so tired?"
Lin Yingying muttered, full of suspicion.
She sniffed Long Fei and her womanly detective skills fully kicked in—she detected a peculiar scent.
It was the fragrance of a perfume, likely a bespoke blend from the Shangri-La Hotel.
Lin Yingying had stayed at various hotels during her business trips.
Moreover, Lin's Group held shares in Binhai City's Shangri-La Hotel.
