by Fu Mo Han, they really found a magazine published by the now-defunct publishing house from several years ago, which proved that Zhao Qin's work was the one plagiarized.Facing the evidence, Zhao Qin...Lin Jinfan returned to his room and sat down on the bed. As soon as he thought of the scene where the two of them had almost been pressed together just now, he felt a wave of nausea rising in his stomach.

A heavy feeling of oppression welled up inside her, unable to be released. She stood up and walked onto the balcony, just in time to see a Rolls-Royce driving away from the villa.

Has the night owl left

In my contemplation, a sudden knock on the door startled me, "Knock, knock, knock."

"Who" Lin Jinyan suddenly turned his head and looked over.

"It was me." The butler's voice rang out.

Lín jìn rǎn an le ān xīn, qīng shēng dào, “Jìn lái ba.”

The bedroom door creaked open and the butler walked in, carrying a tray. He placed it directly on the coffee table. "I noticed you didn't eat much earlier, so I had the kitchen make some light porridge."

Lin Jinran's heart warmed, "Thank you."

"That is what I should do," the butler said, and then he closed the door and left the room.

She wasn't very hungry, so she didn't touch the food the housekeeper had brought. She took a book and quietly sat down in a chair to read.

Unknowingly, several hours had passed, and the knocking sound came again.

Lin Jinran thought it was the housekeeper again, so he said, "Come in."