The next morning, Tang Li opened her eyes, and Song Baiyan had already gotten up.
Just like when she woke up in the middle of the night, the master bedroom contained only her.
Recalling the events of the previous night felt like a fleeting dream, but when she saw the cake on the coffee table and touched the identification tag around her neck, these things reminded her that everything truly happened.
Tang Li's clothes were sent for cleaning and hadn't been returned yet.
She put on Mr. Song's pajamas again, did some light washing up, and opened the door of the master bedroom to go out.
At this moment, Song Baiyan was making a call in the study.
To avoid waking Tang Li, he had taken his cellphone there.
"...Leave the briefing in the office, and have Minister Bai come by again in the afternoon."
