Xie Zhiming

"Miss Ouyang, I've placed the food on the table."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

"Miss Ouyang, eat first. I'll go back first. I'll send the breakfast over tomorrow morning."

"Sorry to trouble you, Auntie. Goodbye."

After Auntie left, she who had been trying to force a smile suddenly changed her expression and cursed in a low voice.

"F*ck, it hurts like hell!"

...

In China.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun shone into the house.

Mo Boyuan had been busy last night until almost four o'clock in the morning before he went back to his room to rest. But now, the sun was shining directly on him. No matter how sleepy he was, he did not want to sleep anymore.

He sat up. Although he did not make much noise, the person beside him was also startled awake.

"What time is it?" She whispered.

He took a glass of water from the cabinet beside him.

"Drink some water first," he coaxed softly.