Watching Zhuo Xiangqiao place the cup in his hand onto the table, Lin Yue naturally lay down. She sighed contentedly—such a lifestyle was truly the epitome of luxury. No wonder Cenhuan always displayed envy whenever she saw her.
This kind of life was pretty good, she thought, smacking her lips. She decided to let this luxurious, lazy life continue on.
After filling up on food and drink, sleepiness enveloped her. Smelling Zhuo Xiangqiao's familiar scent, she closed her eyes in a daze.
Noticing the even breathing of the person beside him, Zhuo Xiangqiao carefully picked her up and headed toward the bedroom. After ensuring she was tucked in beneath the covers, he tiptoed out of the room.
"Have you found the person?" Zhuo Xiangqiao asked the person on the other end of the phone. The study he was in used to be his bedroom, but since moving to the master bedroom, this room had been converted into a study.
