When Song Zhiwei saw Yang Haihua coming back humming a babbling tune, she knew that he would definitely occupy a seat she was satisfied with.

The drama was arranged in the afternoon and the banquet was at noon. It was still early, so Song Zhiwei rarely relaxed for a while. It really felt like she had stolen half a day's leisure.

After sitting in the courtyard and basking in the sun for a while, Song Zhiwei patted her butt and walked back to the room to dig out the iron box ...