All night, the doorbell of 0966 hadn't rung, and Valentine's Day passed in a blur.
On the fifth day, the sunlight was bright and cheerful.
Leh Ying woke up, changed her clothes, and went downstairs for breakfast.
Liang Wenye, lying on the swing chair, wobbled and said indifferently, "If you don't like it, you can ask the chef to change the flavor."
The conversation wasn't familiar, and Leh Ying just hummed, focusing on her porridge.
Only after filling up did curiosity strike.
"Mr. Xu later... which room did he stay in?"
Liang Wenye lacked any enthusiasm, "Next to you, 0955."
No wonder, she had slept well all night.
Considering the profound sense of distance with wealthy children, Leh Ying didn't chat further with Liang Wenye.
But he was chattering away with friends, as the elegant young master who was eating crab roe noodles held himself with a sense of proud detachment.
