On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Song Chen was still asleep at noon.
He was in a southern resort hotel, completely losing track of time. The weather was around twenty degrees, neither cold nor hot, with the smell of the sea in the air, which was quite refreshing.
The phone woke him up.
He grabbed the phone, walked out to the balcony, and let the golden sunlight wash over him.
"Song Chen, the young master is coming back this afternoon. You need to return to work tomorrow," Gu Shiting's bodyguard informed him.
Song Chen looked at the vast tropical vegetation outside the window and appeared very relaxed. "Okay."
He hung up the phone and continued to bask in the warm sunlight on the balcony.
He was enjoying himself immensely.
The woman in the room had also woken up. She walked over and hugged his waist from behind, rubbing her face against his back a few times.
Her voice was soft and charming, "Whose call was that?"
