An Lan twitched the corner of her mouth: "We've been working together for more than a year, and you haven't disappointed me once. You look just like a spoiled rich heir!"
Ye Qinghao: ...
An Lan rolled her eyes and then walked toward the villa. After taking a couple of steps, she suddenly turned around and looked at him.
Ye Qinghao was about to get in the car. Seeing her expression, he paused and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
In the dark night, An Lan's expression was indiscernible: "Nothing. Hurry up and go back."
Ye Qinghao immediately got in the car, stretched his arm out of the window, waved at An Lan, and drove away pretending to be nonchalant.
Watching the car's taillights, An Lan's eyes revealed a trace of profundity.
After a while, she sighed deeply and walked toward home. Unfortunately, she had just taken two steps when the door suddenly opened.
