The Young Marshal Conspires with Great White

When Yun Xi woke up, Mu Feichi was no longer there. He had probably already returned to the Mu Mansion.

As she sat up, she glanced at the velvet box on her bedside table.

Such a valuable thing now belonged to her. It felt like a hot potato.

She sighed, then got up, and put the box into the safe under the bed.

After doing her morning routines, she went out for a morning jog, carrying the bag of cash.

As soon as she got to the sentry post, Mu Feichi's car drove over, slowed down, and stopped in front of her.

After sleeping in the same bed, even though they had remained in their own areas, Yun Xi couldn't help but feel a little awkward when she saw Mu Feichi again.

Lowering the car window, Mu Feichi glanced at the bag in her hand and then put one hand on the car window and the other on the steering wheel as he watched her silently.

Yun Xi coughed awkwardly. "Did Young Marshal Mu sleep well last night?"