Luo Xiao did not drive the car into the garage, but stopped downstairs.
He walked over, pulled the car door open, and Tong Ran was leaning against the seat with her head cocked as if she was unaware, the desolate expression on her little face made the man freeze for a moment, his eyes brimming with pity. He reached out, lifted her from the car, "Xiao Ran, we're here."
Tong Ran did not move or ask where she was or what they were doing; she merely moved her eyes in response to his words.
Luo Xiao, with furrowed brows, carried Tong Ran inside. This house was one he often stayed in; Fu Qingshuang was not aware, still thinking he was on business trips. He could feel the woman in his arms trembling, "Once we're inside, a hot bath will do you good, get some sleep, I'll stay with you."
Tong Ran remained silent.
