Lu Wanwan glanced at the time, realized it was late, and hurriedly got them into the car.
Having been out for the day, both of their faces showed signs of fatigue.
Fortunately, the back seat was spacious enough; Little Youyou climbed in and unceremoniously began to snore away in no time, while Little Momo sat by the window, resting his head on his hand as he looked out, seemingly also on the verge of sleep.
Little Youyou's head rested on Lu Wanwan's lap. She reached out to gently stroke it and suddenly looked up, "Zhao Chen, is he in some sort of emergency?"
"Miss Lu, are you worrying about President Gu?" Zhao Chen, unsure of what to say, resorted to beating around the bush, smilingly said, "Or perhaps you fear there's something President Gu can't handle?"
"I just noticed that he didn't look too well when he left." She looked down, pondering.
