Her lips trembled slightly, and just as she mustered a sliver of courage to speak up, Mu Yingchen cut in ahead of her, "It's late, you should head back to rest early, I'll pick you up tomorrow."
She could only nod in silence, somewhat stiffly getting out of the car and slowly walking towards the entrance.
Mu Yingchen watched her receding figure, his obsidian-like eyes flashing with deep thought. It wasn't until her slender silhouette had entered the villa without looking back that he started the car and slowly drove off.
The following week, Mu Yingchen took care of her transportation, picking her up and dropping her off so regularly that she seemed to have forgotten about her own car, which she had bought not too long ago.
Sometimes, she would inevitably run into Ji Hua or Mu Feng in the parking lot, after all, their office hours were the same, and they parked in the reserved parking area.
