Zhang Lingying spent the whole day outside, and she was really quite tired. She fell asleep shortly after lying down on the bed.
When she woke up in the middle of the night, she thought it was already morning. She reached out to the bedside table to pick up her phone and glanced at the time. It was three in the morning, still a few hours before dawn.
She lay in bed, and now that she had awoken, the drowsiness had vanished. Instead, her once muddled mind had become unusually clear after the rest.
From the pleasant time spent with Leng Jian during the day to returning home at night to host Lu Jing... What lingered in her mind the most were the words from Lu Jing's assistant.
She recalled the scene when Lu Jing last spent the night at her place, and for some inexplicable reason, she got up.
When she arrived in the living room and saw Lu Jing curled up in the corner of the sofa, her brows unconsciously furrowed.
