One night passed, and Fu Yuchen's mansion was very quiet.
Fu Yuchen, who woke up early, prepared to go to the company, while Bai Ling also appeared in the main hall dressed in bright and beautiful clothes.
The servant had already prepared breakfast, and Bai Ling had also prepared everything in place for Fu Yuchen.
Seeing Fu Yuchen come down from the staircase, he obediently called out, "Director Fu, good morning."
As if nothing happened yesterday, Fu Yuchen didn't take it to heart.
"Director Fu, I personally grinded soy milk for you. Try it. Let's see if it tastes good." Bai Ling placed the soy milk in front of Fu Yuchen like she was offering a treasure.
Fu Yuchen ate absentmindedly, occasionally glancing at the empty seat. That woman actually didn't come down to eat.
"Where's Luo Shumo?" Finally, Fu Yuchen casually asked.