177 The Richest Man in Northern Liang 1

With nothing better to do, Qi Qingyao went to bed again. Lying in bed during a winter day was so comfortable that she ended up getting some nice, rejuvenating sleep. She could even feel the dark eye circles on her face subsiding a fair amount. When she woke up, she suddenly realized how lively the corridor had become— people were moving to and fro when she went out to call the servant to deliver some food. 

When the servant came to her room with the food, Qi Qingyao asked, "Mister, I see that the number of customers is increasing."