"Miss Si Teng."
Someone entered the room and called out.
The voice struck like a thunderclap, startling Si Teng so badly that the phone in her hand fell. Afraid someone might see the screen, she hurriedly picked it up and put it away, then switched it off.
Then, her face flushed, she feigned composure and coughed twice before looking toward the voice. Seeing that it was Zhao Qingcai, she said, "Qingcai, what's wrong?"
"The boss sent me to look after you."
Zhao Qingcai was insanely jealous inside. Seeing Si Teng's radiant, glowing appearance only made her feel worse.
"You must be hungry. This is lotus-seed porridge the cook made this morning."
Zhao Qingcai carried a bowl of porridge over to Si Teng. "Drink this bowl first. Fill your stomach."
Si Teng was indeed hungry.
After last night's fierce battle, she had nearly "died from exhaustion."
Her physical strength had been severely depleted.
It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned it, but the moment she did, her stomach began rumbling.
She took the bowl and began to drink.
Zhao Qingcai waited for her to finish, then casually asked several questions about Ding Ling.
Although Si Teng was meticulous and possessed astonishing insight, the battle had lasted too long the previous day, leaving her somewhat dazed. Her entire body was in a dreamy, floating state.
Besides, Zhao Qingcai was the housekeeper, and her attitude toward Si Teng was fairly good.
In her dazed state, Si Teng revealed quite a few details.
The more Zhao Qingcai listened, the more envious and jealous she became. How could such a perfect Male God also be so astonishingly powerful in battle?
Although Si Teng hadn't said how powerful Ding Ling was, Zhao Qingcai could easily deduce his "ferocity" from Si Teng's few words and