Soon, a maind came to remind Zhang Liling about breakfast, and she hurriedly took her phone with her and went down the stairs.
Arriving at the dinning room, Mr. Fang was still no where to be found.
Glancing over at the table of dishes on the table plus the aroma that wafted into her nose, Zhang Liling felt tempted to sit and begin to eat, but then she thought of going to call her Fang Bingwen.
But just as she turned her body to the side, she heard a series of heavy but steady footsteps. Instantly, the corners of her lips curled in familiarity. She could guess who was coming close.
Choosing to take a sit next the head table where Mr. Fang normally sat just like the previous night, she did that with her gaze turned to the entrance.
Soon, Mr. Fang came into view.
The handsome mature man was putting on a black round-neck polo and a pair of ash-coloured pants. His gaze was straight as he came closer to the dining area.
