Li Junting was really going to die of anger

Ling Xi was standing in front of the wall facing the bed, his back against the light.

Although it was just a blurry silhouette, li Junting could easily tell that the person who had been causing trouble early in the morning was Ling Xi.

"Junting, you're awake." Ling Xi, who was picking up a nail with a hammer, turned around.

Her cold and expressionless face paused for a moment, then she turned to li Junting and smiled.

After all, he wasn't used to changing his smile all the time. Ling Xi's smile was a little stiff, but it was warm enough under the sun.

"I'm removing the wooden boards. It turns out that this room is not without windows, but is covered by wooden boards. However, this is very convenient. It saves me the trouble of tearing down the wall."

Ling Xi woke up early and observed his surroundings.