In the car, a vague and indescribable atmosphere lingered.
An Yin, constrained by Shi Qing's presence, initially wanted to ask the man if he had been waiting there the whole time. Ultimately, she didn't have the courage to speak up.
However, from the back seat, Shi Qing noticed that no one was speaking and casually remarked, "Mr. Bao is really considerate!" Shi Qing was usually a quiet person, and it was rare for her to initiate conversation with a man.
So, after Shi Qing spoke, the most surprised person was An Yin. She shyly lowered her head, feeling as if a little deer was running wild in her heart, with her heartbeat thundering.
"It's what I should do," Bao Shaojin's deep dark eyes sparkled with a mysterious light, and the rare curve on his thin lips made him appear intriguing.
The meaning of the man's words was clear; taking care of An Yin was his responsibility.
So, he had already regarded An Yin as his possession. Shi Qing pondered.
