Guo Zhenting: "It's up to you to arrange."
Zhou Xiaoyue finally felt relieved, without so much burden. No matter how pitiful the child is, she can't stay.
Lin Yan drove back by herself, Lu Chenyuan sat in the passenger seat, the window half down, letting warm wind blow in.
Hand reached out of the window, palm feeling the caress of warm winter, "In a few days, we should be able to wear short sleeves."
Lin Yan kept the speed very low; she always hated those speedsters, driving like they were in a rush to reincarnate.
Lin Yan wasn't distracted, staring ahead at the brake lights of the car in front. "You hardly wear suits now, but I remember someone told me President Lu should have his suit welded to him; you're the most handsome man in a suit she's ever seen."
Lin Yan, in good spirits, didn't forget to flatter.
She felt that sending Yangyang away was the best outcome, so Zhou Xiaoyue could be at ease no matter what.
