Shi Nuan was taken aback. She didn't expect that in less than two hours of being busy, so many things had happened.
She turned her head to look at the bowl of red date and white fungus soup on the table.
She sighed a little, but in her heart, she felt warm.
There are still people who care about her, aren't there?
She is still very happy, very happy indeed!
...
Song Yansheng came back that day, riding in the same car as Liao Qinghe.
His face didn't look good when he got out of the car.
Liao Qinghe had said it was rare to have Saturday off, and wanted to let the driver leave early, so he gave the driver a holiday.
No problem, TK Group has plenty of drivers, but Liao Qinghe said that since Mr. Song had a car, Mr. Song wouldn't mind giving him a lift!
I mind!
But could Song Yansheng say that?
Apparently not.
Shi Nuan had already woken up at that time, but hadn't gone downstairs yet.
