He sat there until five in the morning when half of the sun rose above the horizon at that moment, Leh Ying had long been asleep, with eyelids that could no longer hold up.
Xu Jingxi carried her back to bed, changed his clothes, closed the door, and left.
It had already been three days before Liang Wenye and the others saw the Crown Prince appear.
The leisurely sea-viewing area under the palm trees.
Row after row of white woven lounge chairs were surrounded by seven or eight noblemen from Forty-Nine City, all young, handsome, and spirited, chatting and laughing with each other.
They had become the most attractive tourist spot on Fiji Island.
Seeing the meals on the table, the expensive bottles of wine, and the bodyguards standing by, along with a private helicopter parked not far away, their extraordinary aura clearly showed they were young masters raised in wealth and luxury, the only ones who could afford such splendor.
