Just as Yan Luoxi left, Shen Jue, who had been sleeping leaning against the sofa pillow, opened her eyes. Her gaze was clear, with no hint of drunkenness. She sat up and picked up the sticky note attached to the paper box.
The writing was elegant, saying, "There's hangover soup simmering in the pot. Heat it up and eat when you wake up. I've filled the refrigerator, don't always eat takeout; it's bad for your health."
Seeing the warm and caring words on the sticky note, Shen Jue closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they were filled with hatred and determination.
Yan Luoxi had just stepped into the elevator when her phone rang. She answered, and a man's low voice came through, "Are you heading home? I'll come pick you up."
While having dinner with Shen Jue earlier, Yan Luoxi had messaged Li Yeqi, asking him to pick up Yanling from school. Unexpectedly, as soon as she left Shen Jue's place, his call came through. She laughed, "Did you bug me with surveillance?"
