He couldn't stay here overnight, or it would enrage his father.
Enraging him would do no good for Ye Rumeng...
Luo Zifeng returned to his own bedroom and was about to rest when he suddenly received a call from the company, asking him to come back to deal with an important issue.
He didn't say goodbye to Ye Rumeng and quickly left with his people—
Deep into the night, everyone was asleep.
Ye Rumeng slept soundly.
Suddenly, a stick of burning incense crept in through the crack under the door.
The lit incense emitted white, odorless smoke which quickly filled the room, making Ye Rumeng even more unconscious.
The door silently opened, and two tall maidservants entered, picked up her body, and transferred her to another room—room number 363.
That was Ya Shitian's room.
The unconscious woman was laid on the soft bed.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her features were stunning, captivating anyone at first glance.
