"Li Xiaobao, this time you're waiting for death!"
After the Li father and son left, Liu Wei, in the upstairs office, once again had a murderous gleam in his eyes as he looked across at Ju Yuanxuan, clenching his fist tightly.
As the first light of dawn broke through the clouds and shone upon the earth, Han Bing's long eyelashes fluttered slightly on the bed before she slowly opened her eyes.
When she saw Li Xiaobao lying beside her, her face flushed a faint red, and a look of happiness flashed through her eyes.
Han Bing gently snuggled up to Li Xiaobao and nestled into his embrace.
"When did you come back last night?"
Feeling the uneven heartbeat from Li Xiaobao's chest, Han Bing smiled softly, yet did not lift her head, and asked softly.
"Last night? I went out for a bit and then came back, but I saw you were asleep, so I didn't disturb you!"
