After a moment of hesitation, Lin Qinqin still chose to keep it a secret.
She replied to a text message: Okay, I'll have the driver send it to you tomorrow.
......
The next day, before seven in the morning, Lin Qinqin was already awake.
The art exhibition was at eleven in the morning.
She woke up early, washed, got dressed, put on makeup, grabbed her bag, and rushed downstairs.
"Miss, why are you up so early?" The servant, still cleaning, saw her hurried steps and remarked in surprise, "Breakfast isn't ready yet..."
"It's okay, a glass of milk will do."
As she spoke, she walked straight into the kitchen.
"Miss, let me prepare it for you."
The servant heated a glass of milk and toasted a few slices of bread to fill her stomach.
Her phone's WeChat kept buzzing; Lin Qinqin held the phone in one hand to check WeChat while holding the milk in the other, occasionally sipping and picking up the toast to eat.
In less than five minutes, she finished breakfast.
