Jian Shiwu didn't realize the seriousness of the situation at all, and he had a rare good night's sleep till the next day.

He slept in the guest room and Qiao An also slept in the guest room, the two of them were only separated by a wall, and because they had to play a little late last night to brush up on their intimacy, this time both of them slept until the sun was high up..

When the housekeeper came to bring breakfast to Shen Cheng, he saw Shen Cheng sitting on the bed, looking at his mobile phone. Today's young man was slightly different from his usual self, Shen Cheng's face was sullen, looking at the page of his mobile phone without blinking, even if he didn't say a word, one could feel the anger he was suppressing. A very rare thing, this young master is usually very calm, almost never even shows even a happy expression on his face, there was only one person who can make him lose his temper like this.

"Young master." The butler stood at the door and spoke cautiously, "Breakfast is ready."

Shen Cheng put down his phone and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "Where is Auntie Zhen?"

The housekeeper immediately replied, "Ms. Zhen went to rest in the morning after your fever had subsided, and is now in the guest room, so you don't have to worry."

"Hmm."

As Shen Cheng watched the servants place the breakfast on the table in an orderly manner, he finally asked what he wanted all along, "What about Jian Shiwu?"

The housekeeper had been prepared for this, and knew he would ask: "Young Master Jane and Young Master Qiao An played games until three in the morning yesterday, and they are still sleeping."

"Three o'clock." Shen Cheng’s face was unreadable, but it was inexplicably cold, and he sneered, "Looks like they had a good time."

The butler didn't dare to take up the argument, "Young Master Jian is also at a playful age nowadays, and should have been more than a little excited when he came across the game."

As soon as he came into contact with something related to the boy, Shen Cheng would become different from his usual self, and the butler was a wise man; he didn't need to get too involved in his master's affairs, but he had to think about what he wanted and find the right spot to smooth things out.

And sure enough

Shen Cheng's face looked better, but it wouldn't be him if he really stopped there, and lifting his eyes, he asked in a slow voice: "Qiao An didn't go to school today?"

The butler immediately said, "He seems to have taken a leave of absence, saying he was unwell."

This nonsense could be believed.

Shen Cheng’s sneered, and said slowly, "Then have Ms. Zhang to stew him a pot of soybean and pig's foot soup."

Everything else was fine, only, this was definitely the dish Qiao An hated the most.

Shen Cheng lifted his eyes and looked at the housekeeper, his voice was gentle but his eyes were all deep: "Watch him eat, not a drop should be left over."