Night.
At the residence of Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan.
Purple Garden Pavilion.
The living room on the first floor.
"Miss, it's so late, why haven't you gone upstairs to rest?" Aunt Lan, advanced in years and accustomed to early bedtimes, woke up for a restroom visit and saw Mu Shanshan, the frosty CEO, still curled up on the sofa watching television. Knowing full well of Mu Shanshan's early morning jogging habit, Aunt Lan couldn't help but approach the woman with a touch of concern.
"Ah? Oh, I, I rather like this show, got a bit engrossed in it. I'll head up now." Mu Shanshan, who appeared to be watching TV but was in fact lost in thought, hadn't noticed Aunt Lan's approach until she spoke up. Caught off guard, Mu Shanshan's exquisitely beautiful face showed a hint of panic as she responded.
Then, not giving Aunt Lan a chance to ask further, Mu Shanshan, the icy CEO, walked upstairs with measured steps, her crystal slippers tapping gently against the floor.
