Hehehehe!
The next day, as the sun shone through the exquisite and antique attic window, Zhao Xiaoyue squinted and sat up, mechanically getting out of bed to wash up.
He muttered to himself: "Find the big crocodile, the big crocodile, the big crocodile, the big crocodile, the fish, the fish, the fish, hehehe!"
The maid heard her get up, pushed open the door to bring breakfast, and as she entered, she heard Zhao Xiaoyue, who sounded like a lost soul, talking about fish, saying something silly and cute.
Liang Cheng was dressed very formally today and wanted Zhao Xiaoyue to go with him to a fashion show, but Zhao Xiaoyue resolutely refused.
Then he ran away when no one was looking, leaving a note: Don't look for me, leave the door open, I'll be back tonight!
The bustling streets felt novel to Zhao Xiaoyue. Although there were no towering buildings, the people here were very genuine.
These places will become incredibly valuable in the future.
We didn't head to the destination until almost the agreed time.
The minimalist coffee shop next to the Century Club is run by people from France.
The young boy sat by the window, exuding an air of nobility, his deep eyes gazing out.
When he returned to his residence last night, Butler Zhu looked anxious. "Young Master, Old Master Wen wants to go back. The messenger said that Old Master Wen doesn't seem very happy. You..."
"I understand," Situ Ming smiled gently. "It's alright, Uncle Zhu."
"Eh?"
When will this end?!
Mr. Wen is really something.
Silently, Situ Ming stirred the liquid in his glass. Was everything he did wrong?
Not enough, not enough to stand in the sunlight.
Mom, older brother...
Zhao Xiaoyue had been peeking around for a while. She looked at Situ Ming thoughtfully. This guy seemed to be preoccupied. Could it be that someone dug up his ancestral grave?
He stroked his chin, lost in thought.
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