The next morning, as Shen Lan finished setting out breakfast, she saw Xiao Cheng and Wang Ling enter the dining room together. Xiao Cheng looked refreshed and was as handsome as ever, his features sharp and his gaze coolly arrogant. Wang Ling, on the other hand, looked much the worse for wear. He limped, one hand pressed to the small of his back like an expectant mother, groaning with every step.