Lu Yanxi sat in Xie Xingchen's car, frequently looking back.
She looked at Chen Yuan who had been standing in the cold wind for a long time, filled with guilt and sympathy.
Xie Xingchen also drank tonight, so the driver was not him, but his chauffeur.
Seeing that Lu Yanxi kept looking back, he soothingly said, "Miss Lu, President Lu asked me to drive you home for your own safety. It's late, and he would worry if you were out with others. When you get back, just explain the situation to your friend."
Lu Yanxi snapped back to reality, suppressed her feelings and forced a smile at him. "Alright, I understand. Mr. Xie, thank you for taking me home so late."
Hearing her finally switch from calling him "Xingchen" to the more formal "Mr. Xie", he couldn't help but chuckle. This was more like it.
His tone was neither too friendly nor too indifferent, hitting the perfect balance. "You are very welcome. It's my duty considering you are President Lu's sister."
