Fang Yi got up early and had just reached the living room when he heard the clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen.
Rubbing his slightly bleary eyes, Fang Yi walked to the kitchen doorway, only to see a figure busily moving around inside.
"Shit! Who's the asshole doing this!" Fang Yi had no choice but to let go of Xia Ziqi.
"Hurry up," Xia Ziqi, with flushed cheeks, flashed a sly look in her eyes.
Xia Ziqi was already finding it hard to hold back, but the sound of the knocking, like a hammer blow, brought her back to reality. She wasn't about to give in to Fang Yi that easily; she needed to be treasured and revered.
Meanwhile, Fang Yi was mentally cursing the ancestors of the person outside the door. Upon reaching the doorstep, he yanked the door open only to find a middle-aged man, who, upon seeing him, immediately plastered on a sycophantic smile.
