"Ningning, I'll drive you to the competition."
Today marked the finals of the highly anticipated food competition. Zhou Ling eagerly awaited Liao Ning's presence in the living room of their main residence, rising early in the morning. As soon as he spotted her, he promptly set aside his newspaper and offered to accompany her to the event.
Liao Ning paid him no heed and walked out of the house.
Zhou Ling hurriedly followed suit, understanding her frustration with his handling of his injuries. He had intended to address those minor concerns swiftly, sparing her any unnecessary worry. It was entirely his fault for neglecting her feelings.
It had been two days since Liao Ning had spoken to Zhou Ling. He yearned for her to scold him rather than ignore him.
Once Liao Ning departed from the main residence, she boarded the prearranged flying car organized by Butler Li. From the opposite side, Zhou Ling promptly joined her in this vehicle.
