"It's a Chinese-style breakfast selected according to your instructions, with crab roe soup dumplings, mini fried dough sticks, and green porridge."
Only then did Gu Heng notice the neatly arranged breakfast on the table...
What does it mean when clothes come to your hand and food comes to your mouth?
This is what it means when clothes come to your hand and food comes to your mouth...
Since waking up, he hadn't given a single instruction...
But Zheng Jiayi had taken care of everything perfectly...
As he said this, his satisfied gaze fell on Zheng Jiayi...
Seeing Gu Heng's gaze, Zheng Jiayi showed no significant change in expression. Her face still wore that respectful look as she stepped aside to allow Gu Heng to dine at the table...
Meanwhile, Xu Ying started to feel a sense of crisis...
Ever since she had arrived on Hong Kong Island, her role as a personal secretary had hardly been evident...
Almost everything was managed by Zheng Jiayi...
