Tired out

Before the sun could rise the next day, the servants of the Fang family were already bustling around the house before the family members would arise.

All of them got to cleaning and preparing breakfast for the entire family.

In one of the rooms upstairs in the East wing of the mansion which happens to be Mr. Fang's bedroom, he lay on the bed with the the back of his palm on his forehead which was almost covering his eyes.

The little woman who had been lying next to him through out the night, was holding onto his left hand with the side of her face resting on his chest.

Fifteen minutes later, his biological clock woke him up as Zhang Liling stirred a bit in her sleep.

Slowly, his eyes squinted open. The first thing that cane in his line of sight was the white POP.