Mu Qingli went back to her room, first did some homework, then took a bath, and didn't go to bed until after one o'clock. As a result, she struggled to get out of bed in the morning and didn't get up until seven o'clock.
By the time she reached the dining room, Fu Lanshen was already seated there, reading the newspaper. The morning sun shone in through the window, casting layers of golden light over him. His skin was very pale, his eyelashes long, and his fingers were attractively shaped; especially when holding a newspaper, his casual pose exuded a powerful aura.
The sleepy-eyed Mu Qingli instantly woke up when she saw him. She realized she wasn't only fixated on looks and voices but hands as well...
What's the point of a man being so handsome?
Little Baba's voice floated over, mournfully, "It just so happens he has all the traits you like, Master! Let's cling to our wealthy patron!"