Xyla Quest logged onto her QQ Mailbox and clicked on the anonymous email.

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, trying to track its IP address.

She found the IP address in the very next second.

However, it was located in the middle of the sea.

She knew that it was a fake IP address. Without wasting any more time on it, she kept on typing to crack the code, going the extra mile to search for the real IP address.

After going through series after series of codes, Xyla finally found the email's actual IP address.

It was from a neighborhood downtown called Fishy Hollow. Block 12, room 706, opposite Fishy Hollow Internet Cafe.

Xyla raised her brows satisfactorily before shutting down her laptop. She then got out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She started retching again when she brushed her teeth, throbbing pain in her stomach following soon after.

However, she did not take it seriously. She thought she was too hungry.

After a quick wash, she put on some skincare products and went downstairs.

window and

of freshly baked

the smell and walked into

up and down the kitchen, working

pair of thick gloves before carefully taking a tray of freshly baked croissants out of the

with a large

Ron used a clean cooking tong to transfer the

the air and the harmonious interaction between the two reminded

out to steal a glance at the plate. "Wow, the croissants look

so he got up early in the

was extremely touched that he remembered

ask me the truth?" Speaking of last night, Xyla instantly clutched Ron's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry, Grandpa. I promise that I won't do this again. I'll come to you if I face any problem." Ron nodded. "Alright,

the dining table."

to do. All you

family, the men cook.

Xyla

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