Lu Jingchen paused and couldn't quite keep up with Song Qiao's train of thought. Holding back his laughter, he said directly, "If you really want to support that, it's fine. But if your uncle finds out, he might just enshrine you first!"
Who would have thought that Song Qiao could be so adorable?
Song Qiao pursed her lips and fell silent, tightly clutching the strap of her handbag, feeling as if it was significantly heavier than usual.
It was purely a psychological effect.
After getting in the car, Song Qiao originally intended to sit in the backseat, but Lu Jingchen had her sit in the passenger seat instead. As the car entered the roadway, the man's hands, with their distinct knuckles, held the steering wheel. He glanced sideways at the woman in the passenger seat and asked, "Do you want to go back to the office, or home now?"
