"Morning!"
When Ning Mengyao walked out of the bedroom, Lin Fan had already been standing in the courtyard.
He had finished his two weeks of breathing exercises.
"Hmph!"
Unexpectedly, Ning Mengyao only responded with a hum through her nose.
It seemed like she still hadn't gotten over last night's incident.
"Women, oh women!"
They had agreed to share the bed last night.
But in the end, Lin Fan was kicked onto the floor.
"What are you daydreaming about? The driver has something to do today and took a leave, so you're driving me to the company!"
Ning Mengyao gave him a big roll of her eyes.
Then she headed toward the dining room.
"An assistant has to do the driver's work too, huh? Shouldn't that come with a pay raise?"
Lin Fan followed her with a smile.
"Dream on."
Ning Mengyao snorted.
The opportunity last night had been so good.
Yet he ruined the mood with just one sentence.
It was utterly a waste of sublime talent.
"Capitalists!"
