The night was deep.
All three people got into the car.
Tang Wanjun was sending the mother and daughter to his villa; Qing Er didn't want to sit in his car, nor go to the place he lived.
But she thought that she would take a cab back to the hotel after dropping her daughter at his place.
Leaning against the car seat, she felt her head, woozy and extremely uncomfortable.
She wanted to sleep, wanting it to the extent she could barely control herself.
She tilted her head, intending to rest against her daughter for a while, but unexpectedly, once she leaned, she never woke again.
Tang Wanjun stared at the rearview mirror above and saw the person who fell asleep leaning on her daughter's shoulder, his lips gently curled into an attractive arc.
He thought, maybe tonight she was too tired, falling asleep just sitting in the car.
Little did he know, this was the daughter's doing.
