Christmas day, the next morning.
At five in the morning, the tranquil master bedroom, Li Qiao slowly woke up.
She looked beside her, but saw no one. Reaching out to touch the bedding, it felt slightly cool; Shang Yu must have left some time ago.
Li Qiao stared at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment, recalling last night, before rising and leaving the bedroom.
Downstairs in the living room, Jin Rong, with panda eyes, leaned on the small bar, holding his head in contemplation.
Why was he at the Mansion? How did he get here?
At this moment, steady footsteps came from outside the hall. Jin Rong squinted at the two small boxes in his hand and lazily smiled, "So thoughtful, you even prepared Christmas gifts for me?"
As he spoke, he reached out, but Shang Yu glanced at him and strode to the coffee table to sit down.
