Jiang Ze had spent the past few days doing little more than lazing around, watching TV and teasing the system whenever he had nothing else to do.
He was sprawled on the first-floor sofa, cartoons playing on the television as he munched on the snacks Meng Zhiyuan had bought him.
He wore nothing but an oversized T-shirt. Judging by its size, it probably wasn't his.
Over the past few days, Jiang Ze had more or less figured out the now-darkened big shot's temperament.
Whatever he asked for, as long as it had nothing to do with leaving or escaping, the man granted it unconditionally.
And although the man looked cold, he was actually incredibly good at taking care of people. Jiang Ze had fully experienced his thoughtfulness over the past few days.
After all, a man who insisted on personally feeding him every meal... well... wasn't exactly common, was he?
Jiang Ze crunched on his Potato Chips, chatting idly with the system in his head.
"System, time for your daily report. How are Shen Yun and Meng Zimu doing?"
"Host, based on my investigations over the past few days, ever since you busted that tomb-robbing hideout, Meng Zimu has been having a spectacular run of bad luck. One thing after another keeps going wrong. Even his father, Meng Zhixiong, seems to be getting pressured by someone. He's been running himself ragged~"
Jiang Ze frowned, his hand pausing over the chips. Then he remembered Meng Zhiyuan leaving early and returning late these past few days, and a glint flashed through his eyes.
"What about Shen Yun?"
"Oh, him? He seems to be doing very well. With that mysterious person's help, he's already started his own company~"
"Oh? The protagonist top is in so much trouble, and the protagonist bottom isn't even