Seeing her silent, Qin Shaonan didn't wait for her to respond and started the car.
Returning to the Qin Mansion, he parked the car and lit a cigarette, "Driving you to and from work is Huanhuan's request, don't overthink it."
Qiao Qiao looked at Qin Shaonan, a slight curve on her lips, "I know."
Without any unnecessary entanglements, she got out of the car and went into the Qin Mansion first.
Qin Shaonan sat in the driver's seat, forcefully stubbed out the barely smoked cigarette in the ashtray, pressing too hard, causing the ashtray to fall into the car cabin.
He glanced down, picked it up, placed it in front, got out of the car, locked the door, and stepped into the Qin Mansion.
The old lady was sitting on the sofa, gently nudging the old man, signaling with her eyes: they returned one after the other again.
The old man sat there watching the news, without saying a word.
