"Is this kid planning to starve himself to death?" the young maid muttered, only to earn an immediate glare from Wang Ma.
"What nonsense are you talking!"
The young maid shrank back, but the words were already out, and everyone present felt their heart lurch.
That was when the doorbell rang.
Wang Ma wiped her hands and went to answer it. The moment she opened the door, a head of glaringly blue hair thrust itself right in front of her.
A bright-eyed Duan Qizhao stood on the porch.
After going home, he had slept for a whole day and night. The first thing he did upon waking was head for the Jiang house, a paper bag bearing a well-known cake shop's logo in his left hand and a mango mille crêpe cake from an even better-known cake shop in his right.
The two shops were on the two most congested streets in Capital City, and even queuing usually took hours. For him to show up carrying bags from both at once, he had clearly put his money superpower to work.
Beaming, Duan Qizhao had already changed his shoes and let himself in. "Where's Jiang Xun? Still sleeping? It's almost noon. What is he, a pig?"
Before Wang Ma could answer, he was already thundering up the stairs.
When he reached the bedroom, he kicked the door open without even knocking.
"Jiang Xun! Your big bro's here to see you!"
A pillow hit him square in the face.
Duan Qizhao's head snapped back from the impact. Grinning, he pulled the pillow off his face and hugged it to his chest as he swaggered into the room, only to stop short.
The curtains over the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn tight, leaving a gap less than two fingers wide. A thread of pallid