Lu Jun spoke and then lifted his chin slightly.
Fortunately, he had already reformed his ways.
He completely forgot which rebellious "Young Man" had once yelled at a lady to "get lost" in the office.
The two people on the sofa were muttering quietly about something, occasionally glancing over here; Lu Mingze's movements with his hands became slightly stiff, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.
At this moment, Uncle Chen's voice came from the door: "Madam, the eldest young master is here to pick you up."
.....
Lu Yancheng sat in the back seat, sitting up straight, his peripheral vision occasionally sweeping outside the car, waiting for that slender figure from his memory to appear.
Thinking of the last time he was drunk, it was also in this car, in this same spot.
The sweet scent and the warm temperature of the woman seemed to linger in the air; his eyes were deep like a pool, with undercurrents surging.
Suddenly, a 'click' at the door pulled his thoughts back.
