Because it was too late, Ye Huan didn't return to Penglai Lakefront and chose to stay in the guest room at Su Qingqing's house instead.
The next day, in the living room.
"Crack."
Su Qingqing suddenly squeezed her right hand, and a boiled egg exploded in her palm.
"Sis, you..." Su Zhiqiang's face showed an awkward expression.
"Ding."
The clock on the wall had its hour hand stopped just past 8.
Eight o'clock sharp.
There was still one hour until the start of work at Tianyun International!
"That bastard, why isn't he up yet?"
Su Qingqing looked a bit annoyed.
She had gotten up early at six thirty to prepare breakfast, and to avoid losing face in front of Ye Huan, she had pulled out all the stops, using all her best skills...
But what came out was still a mess of black slop...
So, in her frustration, she rushed downstairs and bought twenty yuan worth of breakfast to pass off as her own.
