Chapter 445: Not a Mediocre Talent

When the first rays of sunlight in Manhattan pierced through the glass window into the bedroom, Song Heping instinctively opened his eyes.

Even though he had arrived here just two days ago, he was fortunate that he came from Venezuela, where the time difference wasn't severe, so he still woke up promptly at six in the morning.

Ordinarily, Song Heping would spring up as if released from a tightly coiled spring, but today he did not.

Because there was a charming person beside him.

So, he carefully lifted the blanket, carefully moved his feet from the bed to the floor, and carefully sat up. Then, like a thief, he tiptoed across the wooden floor to the foot of the bed, picked up the clothes on the floor, and then tiptoed out of the bedroom.

Before leaving, he turned his head to look back at the bed.

Angel was sleeping soundly.

After a lengthy battle last night that drained quite a bit of energy, it was understandable that they slept in.