After she got dressed, she noticed a piece of white paper pressed under her book on the bedside table.
She took out the paper and saw written on it: Xue'er, I'm off to work. I've dropped our son at my parents', so don't worry. Breakfast is warming in the pot. Make sure you eat. Love, Cheng.
After reading Mu Qiancheng's message, Jiang Xue finally felt at ease and then lay back in bed. She was exhausted, her whole body felt like it was falling apart, as uncomfortable as could be.
All blame to that big rascal Mu Qiancheng, only caring about his own enjoyment without considering her at all. From now on, she must resolutely never let him be like this again.
As Jiang Xue was thinking, she quickly closed her eyes and fell asleep again. By the time she woke up again, it was already eleven thirty.
Well, now breakfast and lunch can be combined.
Jiang Xue thought to herself as she climbed out of bed. After washing up, she left the room. The house was very quiet with only her there.
