On the way back, An Qi was feeling nervous. After all, when they were at the playground, Leng Yuchen had suffered a serious injury. She was unsure whether he could continue driving much longer.
"Yuchen, if you are tired, let me drive instead," An Qi urged him.
"No, I can't afford this risk of making our relationship known at the company during the day, but at night, I want to be sure to give you and Yufei a reliable shoulder to depend on at least. I want your minds to rest at ease." Leng Yuchen spoke with a shallow smile. When one looked closer, it could be clearly seen that were two shallow dimples at the corner of his mouth.
People say that a man with dimples has a baby face, but at the moment, Leng Yuchen totally looked like a devil. To describe him in specific words, one could say that he was a combination of an angel and a devil.
