Xie Jiuhan sat beside the bathtub and watched Feng Qing soak in the bath quietly. Feng Qing lowered her head and did not dare to look into his eyes, afraid that the bathtub would become a battlefield.
"Ninth Master, Miss Long is here to see you. She said that she's sending supper." Xie Qi's voice sounded from the phone.
Xie Jiuhan wanted to reject her outright. He didn't want to look at this woman at all. However, when he thought of that dress, he changed his mind.
"Take her to the secondary room!" With that, Xie Jiuhan hung up the phone.
In the secondary bedroom, Long Yuning was standing at the door quietly. She was holding a gold-plated food box. There was a bowl of piping hot bird's nest soup on the upper case and a plate of exquisite pastry on the lower case.
