Leaving the yard, Ling Chen directly drove to Wealthy Manor. Today was a day off, and Nanrong Wanqing was at home, not going to the company.
The car stopped outside the door, and Ling Chen directly went to the villa. Upon entering, he saw Nanrong Wanqing wearing a set of home clothes, lying sideways on the living room sofa, her legs slightly bent, a pair of delicate bare feet exposed, holding a magazine in her hands, engrossed in reading, completely unaware of Ling Chen's arrival.
Seeing Nanrong Wanqing so engrossed, Ling Chen sneaked a smile, tiptoed around to the back of the sofa.
Without waiting for Nanrong Wanqing to react, Ling Chen suddenly leaped forward, his hands supporting the couch's cushion, gently pressing down on Nanrong Wanqing's soft body.
Ah!
Startled, Nanrong Wanqing's mouth opened slightly, her beautiful eyes like shimmering water looking at Ling Chen who had appeared on top of her, and she froze for a moment.
