After finishing the talk with Susan, Li Shengxiao returned to his hotel, took a bath, and stepped out of the bathroom. Casually grabbing a towel, he wiped his dripping hair while bending down to pick up his cellphone from the bed.
Sure enough, there was a text from Rong Yan.
Lately, a certain young woman had been sending him messages consistently at the same time every day.
This time was no different.
He opened the message.
The scent of Rong Yan engulfed him.
[Today, my sister and I took Little Baby to the amusement park; her daughter was there too. The little guy really liked our Duidui, sticking to her throughout the entire time, much to the chagrin of Little Baby. I was worried he might get annoyed and ignore them, but Little Baby was much better behaved than I expected; he didn't make a fuss at all.]
Li Shengxiao looked at the photo she had sent.
