In the white little villa across the street, although it was clearly March and the weather in Mahali was not cold, the fireplace in the living room was burning brightly, with the temperature in the room at least 27°. The entire living room was warmly and tastefully decorated, and a man dressed in home wear sat on the coffee-colored leather sofa, a blanket draped over his legs, his beautiful hand grasping the handle of a coffee cup, gazing far into the distance.
After the Filipina maid closed the door and came in, she changed from the relaxed demeanor she had when talking to Jiang Nuan outside. She placed her hands carefully by her sides, taking small, gentle steps as she walked in, seemingly afraid of disturbing the person inside.
"Sir, the neighbor across the street sent a cake to thank you."
The man on the sofa moved slightly, his voice unexpectedly charming, "Leave it somewhere."
"Okay."
