Throughout the journey, Gu Chuyan leaned against the edge of the seat and fell asleep.
By the time they returned to Xiao Family Manor, it was already 5 p.m., twilight in winter, and the temperature on the mountain dropped drastically. When the car door opened, a surge of cold wind blew in.
Gu Chuyan shivered from the cold, opening her eyes.
"I can walk myself." Seeing him extend a hand towards her, she gently shook her head.
Xiao Mohan lifted her out of the car and asked, "Are you sure you can walk?"
"Mhm," she responded.
Actually, her foot had been stomped on a few times by Gu Miaoting, which hurt a bit. But, it wasn't sprained, and not as severe as he had thought.
"Mm." As Xiao Mohan took a phone call and slowed his pace, he turned his head back occasionally. He stood there in the end, as if waiting for her.
Upon seeing this, Han Changqing sat in the driver's seat.
