At ten in the morning, Zhuo Tianming lazily got out of bed.
Then, under the tender service of a charming female assistant, he began to wash up.
After that, there was a delicate breakfast.
The chef brought from Hu City knew his tastes very well.
There were eight dishes in total, each one a favorite of Zhuo Tianming's.
But Zhuo Tianming only took a few bites of each dish.
After eating, the female assistant cautiously approached with a silk wet wipe to wipe the grease off Zhuo Tianming's mouth.
He pursed his lips, stood up slowly, and headed to the study.
The male assistant in black at the door had already prepared all the materials and was waiting respectfully.
"Young Master, this is what I organized after that group of people wrote last night. Many of them indeed are Liu Sanming's weak points."
"Hmm."
Zhuo Tianming took it, pushed the door, and entered the study.
Meanwhile, the male and female assistants only dared to wait outside.
