Qin Lu burst into laughter.
Reading the message from Nan Yan, he ran his tongue over his itchy teeth.
It seemed like the little one's perspective needed a bit of realignment!
Nan Yan waited for nearly half a minute, but when she didn't receive any more messages from Qin Lu, she let out a soft snort and put her phone away.
Half an hour later, the car pulled up outside the Cheng family's gate.
Cheng Yanzhao was waiting for her there.
"Miss Nan," Cheng Yanzhao greeted her as she got out of the car.
He was a refined and elegant man, exuding an air of aristocracy, carrying himself like a walking etiquette guide.
"Hmm," Nan Yan replied casually. "Let's go inside."
Cheng Yanzhao listened to her assertive words but only responded with a gentle smile, saying, "Certainly."
The driver from the Qin family was signaled by Nan Yan to return to the Qin residence. Someone else would send her back later.
