Holding a tray with an egg sandwich and a glass of milk on it, Lauren knocked on the door of the guest room.
"Jeff, are you up?"
After knocking, she listened to the movement of the room.
Because her husband often attended the CFA competition, Lauren knew when the game usually ended, but yesterday, Zhang Zian came back way earlier than the end of the game and seemed to be in a somewhat bad mood. Coupled with the fact that he did not go downstairs to eat breakfast this morning, he was making her very worried.
In fact, Zhang Zian had already woken up. He had been standing beside the window, looking the outside.