In the dimly lit room, the television set emitted lively laughter.
Chen Jiayan leaned lazily on the sofa, a blanket draped carelessly over his legs, its edge slipping off the sofa and dangling onto the floor.
The light from the TV flickered across his handsome face.
The lighting sculpted his silhouette into a beautiful shadow, but emphasized his solitary presence even more.
And he had long been accustomed to this kind of life.
To him, this day was no different, just as ordinary as any other.
He enjoyed this lifestyle.
When one spends enough time in a certain environment, they gradually grow fond of it, and nobody could break him out of this comfort zone.
So when his phone suddenly rang, it felt incredibly jarring.
Chen Jiayan slightly furrowed his brow and extended his arm to retrieve the phone from the coffee table, his gaze naturally falling to the screen.
Xie Baola.
A flicker of contemplation passed through his eyes as his fingertips absently tapped on the coffee table.
