Another night came and went.
The next morning.
Xu Lei planned to slip out of the Wei residence.
After all, he was now forty-eight years old.
For the past two days, he had been continuously performing Charitable Giving for Shang Rou and Wei Qingning.
Today, he was completely spent.
He had to go back and rest.
This was even after years of having a light schedule and spending most of his time on physical training.
"Sir!"
But to his surprise, Zhang Xiaomai had woken up early to make breakfast herself. "You're up so early?" she asked.
"Where are you going?
I made something to eat and wanted you to have some.
I wanted you to taste the new recipe I learned!"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Xu Lei replied, "I have urgent business at the temple, so I must return.
You are too kind, Benefactor Xiaoai."
In the end, Xu Lei ate the breakfast Zhang Xiaomai had made for him before leaving the Wei residence.
He spent two days at the temple, exercising and recuperating.
