"Ranran?"
Mo Xiuchen's deep-set eyes narrowed slightly, calling out with puzzlement.
He found that this little woman in front of him was easily distracted, often daydreaming because of his casual words.
Wen Ran's thoughts were interrupted by him, she lowered her eyes and quietly said: "Aren't you driving me home? Turn left after the traffic light ahead."
"Okay."
Mo Xiuchen replied and sat up straight to start the car.
The apartment where Wen Ran lived was indeed not far from his hotel, only a two-minute drive away.
After stopping the car, he got out and chivalrously opened the car door for Wen Ran.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the fifth floor of the apartment, Qin Mu stood after lifting a corner of the curtain, taking in the scene below.
There was a hint of bitterness on his lightly pursed lips as his gaze fell upon the two figures standing by the car below, one his good friend, the other, the woman he had silently loved
