"Putting on new underwear on New Year's morning really does feel refreshing!"
In the early morning, Feng Xue looked at the calendar on the wall, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. But before he could leave the house, there was already a knock on the door.
"Coming."
Not many people could knock on a door above the 100th floor. Feng Xue quickly went to the door, and standing outside was a woman with the character "letter" covering her face.
She held a letter in both hands and politely said,
"Sir, my master invites you to the 114th floor."
"Got it."
