Song Qiao went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge to check, and found everything well-stocked with a wide variety. After a moment's thought, she began preparing breakfast for two.
Although she wanted to leave immediately, the man had just told her that her clothes were no longer wearable, and now she only had this bathrobe on her, so naturally, she couldn't leave.
She had been to this villa before—it was not her first time here, having visited once prior to Lu Jingchen's business trip, so it wasn't unfamiliar to her.
Lu Jingchen was awakened by his biological clock. After getting up, he remembered there was another young woman in the villa. He made a phone call to have a set of clothes sent over, and by the time he came out after washing up, Song Qiao had just brought out a pot of millet porridge and placed it on the dining table.
