"Thank you, godfather." Lei Qingqing raised her hand to hold the ice pack, "I’ll do it myself."
"Sir, ROY is back!" the subordinate by the door reported softly, and Lei Wenting withdrew his hand, sat up straight, and glanced at Lei Qingqing beside him. A trace of an imperceptible coldness flashed across his face.
"Sorry to keep you two waiting." Leng Zirui walked in, returned to his seat, and sat down, "Now, let’s talk about tomorrow’s plan!"
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...
Dusk gradually descended.
The lights on the small island were also gradually lighting up.
Leng Zimo glanced satisfactorily at the dumplings neatly wrapped before him and exhaled softly; success or failure hinged on this single effort.
"What are we eating tonight?!"
Although Luo Xiaoqian initially wanted to help Leng Zimo, he refused her. With an early departure planned for tomorrow at dawn, Leng Zimo hoped she could take a good nap this afternoon.
Luo Xiaoqian hadn’t slept well last night, and with Luo Ke away from the island and Leng Zimo present, she felt relaxed. Her nap was restful, and she had only just woken up. The first thing she did upon rising was to find Leng Zimo.
Upon hearing her voice, Leng Zimo raised his head and looked at her.
Their eyes met, and they saw the smiles in each other’s eyes. However, with the maids helping nearby, they did not communicate verbally.
However, thanks to the rapport built over the past few days, the two had quickly regained their previous tacit understanding. There was no need for many words; they already understood each other’s thoughts.
Luo Xiaoqian walked over with a smile, and upon seeing the dumplings wrapped by Leng Zimo, she immediately exclaimed.
"Wow, they’re beautiful!"


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