Soon, the car smoothly drove out of the mansion.
Luoyu occasionally glanced at Li Qiao, wanting to say something, but stopped herself.
Li Qiao closed her eyes and leaned against the seat, pretending to nap. Detecting a slight sway of the car, she gently reminded, "Do you have something to say?"
Luoyu stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel, "Today is Christmas Eve, aren't you planning to spend it with the boss?"
After a moment of silence, Li Qiao opened her eyes, "Isn't it still daytime?"
Luoyu was momentarily speechless; she spoke so reasonably.
At this point, Li Qiao lazily turned her head to look out the window, "Did Shen Qingye go out?"
"Yeah, he left at noon, said he's taking Bai Luhui to find Yun Lih."
Li Qiao lowered her eyelashes slightly, "Go to the fund company."
...
Half an hour later, Xi Luo, resting her chin on her hand, gazed at Li Qiao and twirled a pen in her hand, "Kiddo, haven't you been sleeping well lately?"
