Watching his departing figure, Huo Yishan remained stunned in place, wondering about the place he mentioned—where exactly were they going tomorrow? And why did they have to bring an ID card?
As she kept thinking, she gradually forgot about the notebook.
The next day.
Early in the morning, Li Yuan had already washed up, changed into a dark suit, and came to the master bedroom.
The bedroom door gently opened, as if to avoid waking her, without making any sound.
Since it was still early, he decided not to wake her, letting her sleep for another half-hour. Meanwhile, he needed to check an email file he had to send to Secretary Zhou afterward.
Approaching the European-styled sofa bed, he watched her sleeping soundly, looking very much like a sleeping beauty, enchanting and captivating.
A few seconds later, satisfied, he turned around, picked up the notebook on the coffee table, and quietly exited the master bedroom.
