The concern had been resolved, so next, it seemed like it was time to thoroughly enjoy life.
Yang Fan put down his phone, flicked the ash in the ashtray and looked towards the swaying graceful figure in the kitchen.
Gao Yunshan swiftly heated up the lobsters, steaming hot as she brought them to the living room.
It was nearly five in the morning by then, and the sky outside had already begun to show some light grey.
At this time, they started drinking again.
This life had become thoroughly unrestrained.
"Your cooking skills are somewhat beyond my expectations," Yang Fan admired after eating a few lobsters.
The taste was even better than what was sold outside.
For a typical rich girl like this, it was rare to see one who'd cook for herself.
