It was already past ten o'clock in the morning. Qiao Zhuoen, who was beside him, had already gotten up. There was no sign of her in the room. I stood up, looked around, recalling yesterday's softness, and saw the notes written in beautiful font on the table.Get up and come down to have a meal.I walked to the living room and although it already belonged to me, I was still shocked by the luxury of the interior.