Sensing Shu Yimo's assessing gaze, Long Chengyu also turned his head and glanced at her, his indifferent lips curving into a slight, soothing smile, "How have you been these days?"
"If I had been well, would I have needed to snatch your driver?"
A rare, faint smile also crossed Shu Yimo's cold and almost enchanting face. That smile, in Long Chengyu's eyes, surprisingly seemed rather pleasant to look at.
As she spoke, Shu Yimo also placed her briefcase beside her, and the driver in front, Mr. Wang, started the car.
"You do seem more spirited than a few days ago. Did something happy come up?"
Long Chengyu's sharp and deep eyes, capable of piercing through everything, naturally detected the light joy on her face, presumably because she had encountered some good fortune.
Shu Yimo was indeed in a good mood, having outwitted Bai Xiexie. How could she not be pleased?
