The next day.
Ji Tian woke up in her large bed as Aunt Wang gently knocked on the door, "Miss, breakfast is ready. Would you like to come down to eat, or shall I have the servants bring it to you?"
Ji Tian sat up and rubbed her eyes, "I'll come down in a bit. You can go ahead."
When the sounds outside had faded away, Ji Tian lay back down for a moment before heading to the balcony in her room. The garden below was tended by servants almost daily, but they made absolutely no noise while working, careful not to disturb anyone inside the house.
She had gone from being unaccustomed to this scene, where over twenty servants maintained a villa, to now accepting it as normal.
Such a plain and simple life, indeed!
A white luxury car pulled out, and Ji Tian recognized it at a glance—it was Ji Qilin's car.
"Brother!"
