Thursday, late night.
At the Linmen Center, atop a tower bearing the Golden Lion Group's logo, sits an extremely luxurious duplex mansion.
In one room on the second floor, where the lights have been turned off, the walls are adorned with many golden bomb piglet cartoon stickers, and on the desk sits a handheld game console and controller, left on by mistake.
On the wide square spring mattress, a bundle of blankets is wrapped into a ball, with a lock or two of blonde hair peeking out.
At this moment, the blankets are slightly trembling due to the high temperature, like a glutinous rice ball in a steamer.
"Ugh!! I can't take this anymore!!"
The next second, like the "stone monkey being born," Spencer burst out of the blankets wearing light pajamas.
She easily sits up with a carp flip, her little face flushed red and panting, hands on her hips as she speaks angrily,
"Lion Heart!! Turn on the light!!"
"The ceiling light is already on."
