The car stopped in front of the main entrance of the West Wing and the standing chauffeur quickly stepped in to open the door by Li Na's side. When the door opened, still blindfolded, Li Na turned toward the thick sound, she was about to raise her hand when she felt the knot behind her head tugged and the fold slipped down.
She blinked several times and saw the familiar interiors of the house she sighed in affixed relief as if she was honoured with the view of the place where resides the sole person she began to cherish as he also loved her unconditionally.
'Little Tiger,' she thought momentarily gazing at the hall, and while travelling in back to home she had mused over if Little Tiger had his dinner or it was late, and he might sleep all ready for her to spend some time with him.
