The West Tower and the East Building faced each other from a distance. After a passionate moment, Ye Huang and Bai Xiao fell asleep, only to find the main and guest bedrooms in the East Building still lit.
Ye Huang silently texted Lin Song: [Good luck! I'm rooting for you!]
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East Building, Guest Bedroom
Lin Song had already cleaned up, changed into pajamas, and held a delicate small gift box in his hand. Gathering the courage to knock on his wife's door, he had been preparing himself for a long time.
As his phone vibrated, he glanced down at the message, feeling even more anxious.
He had never given a woman a gift before. Should he be bold or a bit timid?
Lin Song straightforwardly messaged Ye Huang for advice: [What should I do?]
[For your wife, be low-key. Ever heard of 'indirect approach to a strategic goal'?]
[Ye Huang, Hongye has a bad temper. She's not as gentle as your wife. I'm afraid she'll kick me out, and that would be embarrassing, wouldn't it?]
