There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.
"No." What Zii awaited were just two curt words.
"A Cheng—"
Zii just managed to call out when a girl’s startled scream suddenly ca through the phone, blocking all the words she wanted to say in her throat.
Before she could react, the call was abruptly disconnected, leaving only the busy tone beeping in her ear.
Zii stood there, her mind in utter chaos.
Why would there be a woman at Ye Cheng’s house?
Who would go to his house so early?
Suddenly, she recalled what Lu Shanhu said on the cruise last night, that Ye Cheng left early with the artist nad Xia, and the other party seed pretty drunk...
Could it be that Xia Duoduo slept over at Ye Cheng’s place?
Zii’s face turned pale instantly, and she paced back and forth nervously, unable to calm down.
Finally, she haphazardly put on so clothes and went out.
anwhile, in Ye Cheng’s living room, Xia Duoduo, who just woke up groggily, was standing there with a head of ssy hair, wearing slippers and covering her mouth in shock.
Oh my God!
She woke up to find the Great Demon King!
Is this a dream?
Xia Duoduo was dumbfounded and pinched her thigh secretly, ouch, ouch, ouch!
When she lifted her eyelids, Ye Cheng was still standing there unmoved, looking at her with his usual expressionless face.
Xia Duoduo was frightened, instinctively covering her chest, her tongue twisted in her mouth: "Why, why are you in my house?"
Ye Cheng was utterly speechless.
"Look closely, this is my house." He answered coldly.
Xia Duoduo couldn’t believe it and quickly glanced around.
The room was decorated with a man’s aesthetic, mainly in gray and white tones, vastly different from her pink girlish room.
It’s really not her own apartnt!
Xia Duoduo suddenly felt her legs go weak and grabbed the edge of the table, her voice trembling: "Why am I in your house..."
She asked the question, feeling guilty herself.
So fragnted mories flashed through her mind.
Last night, she seed to have drunk a bit too much, and when Ye Cheng was taking her ho, she couldn’t control herself and threw up all over him, also staining her own clothes.
Ye Cheng’s expression at that ti...tsk tsk, she could never forget it.
Then Ye Cheng brought her back to his apartnt and pushed her into the bathroom.
After finally finishing her shower, Xia Duoduo completely forgot she was in Ye Cheng’s house, directly walked into the bedroom, and climbed into bed to sleep.
Ye Cheng tried several tis to pull her up, but she stubbornly held onto the quilt and refused to let go, childishly shouting, "Don’t disturb my sleep, so tired, so tired..."
So, she ended up occupying Ye Cheng’s bed, and Ye Cheng had to endure a night on the couch.
Recalling these events, Xia Duoduo didn’t dare face Ye Cheng anymore.
She could no longer stay here, she had to flee quickly!
Xia Duoduo swiftly dashed into the room, grabbed her coat and bag, and hurried out: "Um...thank you for taking in last night, I’m leaving now!"
She said quickly and turned around to run.
"Wait a mont."
Ye Cheng’s cold voice ca from behind her.
Xia Duoduo turned around stiffly: "Mr. Ye, is there anything else?"
Ye Cheng raised his wrist to check his watch, issuing a command with no expression: "Be at the company on ti at 9 a.m. for artist training, one minute late ans fifty push-ups."
Xia Duoduo’s mouth dropped open.
Her head was still spinning from the hangover, couldn’t he cut her so slack?
The Great Demon King must be doing this on purpose!
He’s holding a grudge against her for taking over his bed last night!
"Understood."
Xia Duoduo replied weakly, turning around with a look of resignation.
Downstairs in the apartnt building.
Zii’s red rcedes was parked in a concealed spot.
Her heart was on edge, her beautiful eyes staring unblinkingly at the apartnt door.
When she saw Xia Duoduo coming out with disheveled clothes, her heart instantly sank to the lowest point.
Ye Cheng spent the night with the female artist!
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