When Qian Meng woke up at six in the morning, Mo Qingchen's side of the bed was already cold. She scrunched her brows in confusion as she padded to the bathroom and found it unoccupied as well.
Still, she brushed her teeth and got ready for the day. She was dressed and packed for the office when she reached the dining area. Xiong Hua was standing there, setting the table.
Qian Meng saw a basic breakfast which still looked delicious.
"Good morning," she called. Xiong Hua looked up and smiled.
"Mrs. Mo, good morning. I made your breakfast according to what Mr. Mo has on a regular day. I hope you don't mind that I didn't ask you," she said politely.
Qian Meng waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I am not that picky about food, and I trust Mo Qingchen to have good taste." She smirked. "Speaking of the dragon, where is he?" She looked around, just in case.
