The aftereffects of last night's drink were a bit strong, and Lin Xu lay in bed, only groggily waking up at noon.
Realizing she had missed the morning ritual of handing out red envelopes to her two sons, she quickly washed up and hurried downstairs.
In the living room, only Ji Tingyang was there, looking at the tablet in his hands with a grim face, seemingly reviewing some documents as if facing a great enemy.
"What are you looking at?" Seeing his serious expression, Lin Xu asked, puzzled.
Could it be that the company had another issue?
Ji Tingyang seemed to jump in surprise, quickly covering the tablet, "Nothing, nothing..."
Lin Xu didn't press further, but just looked around the villa and asked, "Why haven't I seen Zeqiu?"
"Not long after you left last night, he did too; he probably went back to his apartment," Ji Tingyang answered, stealing glances at her now and then, his eyes full of conflict.
