Lin Qingqian held her breath.
What did that look mean?
The air was filled with tranquility and affection, making her face inexplicably hot.
Nothing happened last night, so why did she feel inexplicably flustered when Jiang Yanshen was staring at her?
Just as Lin Qingqian thought about how to break the strange atmosphere. The man pursed his thin lips. "You're going back to the company?"
Lin Qingqian nodded. "Mm."
"I'll get the chauffeur to send you."
"No …"
Before she could say anything, she heard the man's deep voice. "Your cell phone is out of battery."
Lin Qingqian: "…"
She did not have her handbag and her cell phone was out of battery. She was penniless so she wouldn't even be able to hail a taxi.
"Thank you." She had to accept this favor.
Jiang Yanshen's black eyes were burning, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. "You're welcome. The medicinal pillow is very useful!"
