Daybreak.
Feng Chengjin finished freshening up and went downstairs.
Walking casually as he adjusted his shirt cuffs, his demeanor was incredibly distinguished no matter what he did.
Just as he reached the staircase, he saw a stunning silhouette sitting in the central area of the white floor-to-ceiling living room.
His fingertips paused.
She had a slender figure, perfectly proportioned, with slightly brownish long hair gently curled draping over her shoulders, complementing her delicate and charming face with exquisite features.
The black short dress she wore did not seem high and cold, but rather exuded a hint of subtle elegance.
His eyes flickered, "Miss Gu?"
Gu Zixuan rose upon hearing him, glanced at the place he had come down from, and smiled faintly, "Mr. Feng does have a regular routine, you wake up quite early."
The sunlight created a beautiful halo between them.
