She went straight upstairs, even instructing the servant, "Could you cut some roses for me? I want the fragrant ones."
"Of course, Miss Duan."
In the back garden of the villa, there was a large rose garden with rare and valuable roses from various countries.
Before long, the servant brought a large bunch of roses upstairs, trimmed neatly, arranged in a white porcelain vase, pleasing to the eye.
After the servant left, Duan Fei sat on the bedroom sofa, listlessly scrolling through her phone.
Until her phone died, she lay down with a weary close of her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
**
Lufu Hotel.
After seeing off a client, Rong Moyong returned to the presidential suite and took the sobering tea handed by Cheng Fang, frowning as he took a sip.
"Third Master," Cheng Fang reminded, "Miss Duan went to the villa at 10 o'clock in the morning."
It was already past one in the afternoon.
Rong Moyong hummed in response but said nothing.
