Li Yeqi finished bandaging Yan Luoxi's hand and drove her back to the hotel. At the revolving door of the hotel, Yan Luoxi opened the car door and got out, bending down to look at the man sitting in the car, "Do you have time this afternoon?"
Li Yeqi raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"
"I'll take you somewhere. You don't need to finish work too early; just be here by five." Yan Luoxi said mysteriously.
Li Yeqi looked at her, feeling cheerful, "Alright, I'll be here at five."
Yan Luoxi waved at him, standing at the door, watching the black Maybach drive away. She lowered her eyes and looked at her hand, bandaged tightly. She smiled slightly, thinking – did he go a bit overboard with the bandage?
Back in the office, Xiaolin brought in an invitation letter, "Manager Yan, this is an invitation to the Mo Family's party."
Yan Luoxi took it; the gray invitation was elegant and said her name on it. She remembered the day she met Mo Beichen at Zuo'an's place. She nodded, "I know."
