She just sat there blankly, thinking for a while.
Her bare feet pressed on the soft long-pile carpet.
She walked into the walk-in closet, casually changed into a fitted autumn outfit, perfectly outlining her sweet yet sexy body curves.
After a simple wash and skin care routine, she hummed a tune, walking briskly out of the bedroom.
Aunt Pei, who had been waiting in the living room, immediately greeted her.
"Good morning, Miss. Breakfast is ready." Aunt Pei's tone was respectful, with a touch of a senior's kindness.
"Thank you, Aunt Pei." Jing smiled sweetly as she sat down in the dining room.
A sumptuous and delicate breakfast was served one by one, the presentation as beautiful as a piece of art.
Jing took out her phone and snapped a photo of the eggs benedict garnished with caviar and snow peas, sending it to Tang Song.
She messaged: "(づ￣ 3￣)づ Good morning, Song. Today is Double Eleven, your company must be busy, keep it up!"
