After speaking, Eleven picked up the heavy pile of documents and started to leave.
"Where are you going this late, young lady?" Gu Liancheng couldn't afford to settle scores with her due to worry. He reached out, grabbed her hand, and said, "Fine, worst case scenario, we'll sleep in separate rooms tonight. I'll let you win."
He sniffed and realized that he did smell of perfume.
The scent had lingered after Shang Muxue's contact with him.
"Can I sleep at Fei'er's place?" she asked.
How could he refuse her, especially when she was looking at him like that?
Eleven didn't want Gu Liancheng to accompany her. Despite it being late, he still sent her off in a cab; jotting down the license plate number, he asked her to send him a safety message when she arrived.
"No worries, you can go back. The driver seems trustworthy, right?" she said.
"Ah, the young lady is right! Do I look like a bad guy?" the driver replied.
