"Dear, the Cultural Troupe has rehearsal tasks today, so we're heading out first."
Early in the morning, Lin Fan, with his eyes still closed, heard Zhu Zhixuan whispering in his ear. As for Bai Xue, although she didn't say anything, she didn't forget to plant a fierce kiss on his face before leaving.
The two women, who had been tormented until midnight last night, went to the Cultural Troupe on time despite their fatigue, while Lin Fan, who was supposedly recuperating at home, wasn't in a hurry. After checking a message on his phone, he turned over and went back to sleep.
He slept until noon before finally opening his eyes. Just as he was stretching, the sound of the doorbell came from downstairs. Through the phone surveillance, he saw Xu Jingyi standing at the door with a thermal jar, accompanied by the widow Nie Yinghong, and an electric scooter flashed across the screen, which must have been Liu Shengrui bringing her.
