Anning and An Ping slept in the same room, and An Ping's snoring was so loud that at first Anning wasn't used to it, but she slept soundly during the latter half of the night.
When she got up in the morning, she looked around the small room and was still somewhat disoriented.
It had been a long time since she had lived in such a Spartan room.
In her last life, she was a noble lady; in the life before that, she was a Princess, with living spaces that were certainly both spacious and exquisite.
Now, suddenly staying in this old-fashioned room of just barely ten square meters made her feel quite suffocated.
Anning sat on the bed for a moment before getting up to wash and dress.
After washing up, she changed into a set of sportswear and went out for a run, buying breakfast on the way back.
As she entered the door with breakfast in hand, she heard Mr. Jiang on the phone.
Anning tiptoed into the house and had just put the breakfast on the table when she heard Mr. Jiang's voice.
