Clouds of the Past (1)

As soon as Zhou Zimo said this, Lian Ziyao's face immediately tensed up—

"Master, don't worry, I won't! I'll definitely keep my mouth shut! I won't leak the news!"

"Good."

Only then did Zhou Zimo respond, slowly get up, and then toss the towel on him into the rattan chair. He then walked towards the side of the swimming pool.

With a 'plop' sound, his vigorous figure was already submerged by the splashing water, and there was a large gleaming reflection of the waves in sunlight in the pool.

Lian Ziyao subconsciously turned to look, and saw that Zhou Zimo was already swimming into the pool, causing countless splashes.

After about 10 minutes, Zhou Zimo came ashore with a wet body. Lian Ziyao very tacitly took a towel over, and Zhou Zimo quickly took it, then walked towards the villa.

"Master, Madam called just now and asked you not to forget about meeting Miss Ying today."

Lian Ziyao braced himself to finish his words.