Her gaze shifted away from the medication box as she reached out to fasten her seatbelt.
The car had traveled a considerable distance before she finally lifted her head and glanced at the man beside her.
In such a short time, how had he managed to rush to the pharmacy to buy her medicine and rush back to pick her up…
Ning Yanan's hand, holding the medication box, tightened slightly.
Her eyes conveyed a touch of discomfort.
"We're here."
Mo Xiyan pulled over and parked the car under her apartment building.
He was the first to open his car door and get out, walking around to the passenger side to open the door for her.
"All you need to do now is take on some simple tasks for the intelligence team, treat it as a vacation for yourself, rest well, and don't rush back to work. Your health is more important."
Mo Xiyan stood by the door, looking at her distressed face, and counseled with concern.
