It was 7:30 in the morning. It was time for Murong Qiao to go to class.
However, she met the most unlikely person at the entrance of her house.
Murong Zheng, who should have been working in the central hospital for research, was standing in front of her now. He was dressed casually and had his hands in his pockets, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"I'll send you to school." Murong Zheng's expression was indifferent.
A trace of confusion flashed across Murong Qiao's face. "Second Brother, you—don't have to go to work?"
She asked hesitantly. Then, before she could react, the bag in her hand was taken away by Murong Chuan and held in his hand.
Work? His Little Sister was already about to be snatched away by others.
He covered the sneer that almost overflowed from his throat and walked to the elevator with a normal expression to press the button.
"Let's go." Murong Chuan took a step forward first.
