"Will Mr. Zhuang come tonight?" Zhong Qiaohui suddenly asked.
They were originally Zhuang Haoran's friends, so it seemed even more unusual if Zhuang Haoran didn't show up.
Speaking of which, they hadn't seen Zhuang Haoran since they arrived here.
Gu Nuan didn't seem inclined to answer the question.
Zhong Qiaohui shrugged her shoulders.
As they prepared their clothes, it was mentioned that dinner here was served at eight in the evening, so there was still plenty of time. The two retreated to their rooms to rest and catch up on sleep lost on the plane.
When they woke up, it was seven o'clock.
They were awoken by hunger.
As Gu Nuan lifted the quilt, she could hear the commotion outside the castle.
It seemed the master of the house had returned.
A parade of luxury cars entered the castle one after another, parking in the open space.
The Zhuang Family appeared to have quite a few members.
