"Is the meeting very tiring?"
The man's voice responded lazily, "Mmm..."
While Qiao Ruoxin massaged the man's temples, she asked, "Do you have to go to the banquet? Why not go home to sleep instead?"
Mo Chen slowly opened his dark eyes, grasped her slender wrist, pulled her around in front of the sofa, and drew her into his embrace.
He held her as if she was a pillow.
The man's deep voice resonated next to her ear, "I can't push it off, it's the Lu Family's celebration banquet."
Qiao Ruoxin leaned on his shoulder, the smile at the corner of her mouth stiffening slightly. She really didn't want to go to the Lu Family, and she wanted even less to meet that Lu Xingxing.
Mo Chen hugged her on the couch, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Sleep with me for half an hour, then we'll leave."
"Okay, sleep. I'll be with you."
She looked at the man's handsome profile, which appeared tired.
