Next day, 8 AM.
Song Guanchao opened his eyes on the sofa.
He wasn't foolish enough to keep an eye on President Xie.
He had great confidence in the knot he tied. With someone like President Xie, who never got his hands dirty, the chance of him breaking free was less than one in ten thousand.
After borrowing President Xie's hygiene products to freshen up, Song Guanchao walked into the bathroom. As he ran the water, he noticed a pair of underwear hanging on the towel rack.
He was momentarily startled, and just then, footsteps sounded from upstairs as Jiang Yiren came down.
Song Guanchao quickly buckled his belt and came out: "Not sleeping a bit longer?"
"I've already slept for a long time." Jiang Yiren's tone had a hint of resentment. Last night, lying in bed with her eyes open till midnight, she had thought Song Guanchao would sneak over for a tryst, but she thought too much.
As she was about to freshen up, she noticed Song Guanchao's gaze lingering around her lower body.
