At that moment, Ling Chen felt like he understood what a simple and happy life was. Waking up every morning to have a woman prepare breakfast for you in the kitchen was undoubtedly the happiest thing.
"Thank you, girl." Ling Chen said sincerely.
Tang Shiyun's face was a bit shy, blushing cutely, but her smile was sweet: "Ling, as long as you like it, I'll make breakfast for you every day, is that okay?"
Ling Chen nodded vigorously, as if his heart was enveloped in warmth.
After breakfast, Tang Shiyun returned to her room to change clothes and dress up a bit, seemingly ready to go out.
"Girl, where are you going?"
Tang Shiyun adjusted the bangs on her forehead and said, "The storm I caused myself must be resolved by myself. I just contacted Hong, and asked her to help me prepare a media briefing, so those reporters won't keep bothering me."
"Let me take you there."
