The weekend had flown by, and although they had eaten dinner together that day, they hadn't contacted each other afterward. Shen Shuci went to work as usual, but as she was descending the stairs, she saw the familiar car. She was momentarily startled before the car window slowly rolled down, and the man's stern face appeared before her.
"Mr. Huo?"
"Get in," he said, as indifferently as ever.
Shen Shuci stood by the car, bending down near the window, "Mr. Huo, my hand has completely healed. You don't need to personally pick me up and drop me off."
As she spoke, she even extended her hand for him to see.
"I know."
"Then why are you..."
"Grandma Jiang entrusted me to take care of you."
"..."
Grandma Jiang? The Jiang Family matriarch? Why would she say such a thing?
Besides, even if she did entrust someone to take care of her, it wouldn't be him, right?
"If you don't believe me, you can call her."
