Lu Jingchen paused, unable to keep up with Song Qiao's train of thought, and forcibly held back his laughter before saying directly, "If you really want to go forward with it, that's fine. But if your uncle finds out, he might worship you first!"
Who would have thought that Song Qiao could be so adorable?
Song Qiao pursed her lips and stayed silent, her hands tightly clutching the straps of her bag, feeling as though it was heavier than usual.
This was entirely a psychological issue.
After getting in the car, Song Qiao initially wanted to sit in the back seat, but Lu Jingchen had her sit in the front passenger seat. As the car entered the driveway, the man's distinctively jointed hands held the steering wheel, and he slightly turned his head to look at the woman in the passenger seat and asked, "Do you want me to take you back to the office or home?"
