Yun Qiluo was completely oblivious to someone's sickly possessiveness, nor did she have the slightest awareness of her life being controlled.
She was genuinely happy when she heard, "Really? Uncle Driver comes to pick me up every day?"
The man half-squinted his eyes and said, "Hmm, got a problem?"
Then he saw the young girl raise her lips and stupidly smile, "That's great, I thought I would have to walk back!"
She had been worried before that she might walk until her legs broke.
Yan Yan let out a snort, lazily reached out his hand, and ruffled her head.
Only after messing up the girl's soft long hair into a tangled mess did he withdraw his hand and walk towards the living room.
Leaving Yun Qiluo hurriedly trying to fix her hair with her hands, while looking at his back and pouting doubtfully.
She didn't understand why the beautiful man recently loved to mess up her hair so much.
Making her have to fix it for a long time every time.
Did he not like her hair?
