Several hours later, the party was over. Only a few people remained at the banquet hall. Shen Zichen drove Li Xiuying back to the penthouse she shared with her sister. She was dead tired from the event and had already fallen asleep in Shen Zichen's passenger seat.
"Ying," Shen Zichen gently shook her shoulder to wake her up. "We're here."
But Li Xiuying swatted his hand and turned to her side and continued to sleep.
Sighing to himself, Shen Zichen picked her up and locked his car before stepping inside the elevator with Su Ling and Song Zexi who were holding their Miss's shoes and forgotten handbag. He adjusted Li Xiuying in his arms and let Su Ling push the button for the penthouse.
"Thank you," he politely thanked Su Ling, which the man appreciated.
Seeing him like this, Su Ling couldn't help but compare his Miss Ying's husband to this Young Master Shen.
