Only 980,000 Yuan?
Editor: Atlas Studios
Luo Feng and Ai Tingya made love all night from the garage to his room. It was only when the sky was bright that Luo Feng hugged Ai Tingya and fell asleep.
Today was Saturday. Luo Feng and Ai Tingya could slack off and not report to the company.
When Luo Feng opened his eyes again, it was almost noon. He looked at the alarm clock by the bed and was stunned for a moment. His stomach rumbled in protest.
Luo Feng realized that he had gone overboard last night looking at Ai Tingya sleeping soundly beside him.
He pulled up the blanket and covered Ai Tingya's shoulders before tiptoeing out of the room. He stayed by the stove to cook instant noodles while browsing the comments online.
The discussion about the live broadcast was still very enthusiastic. Many people were looking forward to the next live broadcast.
Buzz—
At this moment, someone called. Luo Feng pressed the call button. "Mr. Bezos, good morning."