Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, a rapid knocking on the door interrupted the dream of Fang Zheng and Hana.
"Really, what trouble are they causing so early in the morning."
Glancing at the pitch-black sky outside, Fang Zheng yawned, then stood up and went to the door, pulling it open. Soon, he saw an elderly man in a butler's uniform standing there, looking at her with a serious expression.
"I apologize for disturbing you at this hour, but... please come to the hall immediately!"
After saying this, the old butler hurried away, while Fang Zheng glanced at Hana, who had just climbed out of the bed, and exchanged a puzzled look.
"What's going on, Little Hong?"
Quickly putting on her outerwear, Hana came over to Fang Zheng's side and asked curiously, while Fang Zheng shrugged.
"We'll find out if we go and see."
As Fang Zheng suggested, when the two arrived at the hall, they immediately understood what had happened.
