By the time Chen Yansen left Kuai Pao Headquarters, it was already 10:30 p.m.
The streets were quiet as a black-and-white Gusteau crossed the Xupu Bridge and sped along the Outer Ring Expressway.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of Number 116, Yun Jin Villa.
Chen Yansen got out, walked through the garden, and opened the front door.
Song Yuncheng followed behind. As she caught an accidental glimpse of the soft water sofa out of the corner of her eye, her porcelain-fair earlobes flushed red.
"I doubt we'll make any headway at the courier industry conference tomorrow. You can stay home and rest. You don't need to be with me all the time."
Chen Yansen said, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the sofa.
"It's no problem. I'm not tired," Song Yuncheng said, shaking her head with a smile.
"For you." Chen Yansen smiled, pulling a small jewelry box from his pocket and holding it out to Song Yuncheng.
