Inside the car.
Fu Jingshen's strength was formidable, and Gu Nian struggled to free her small hand from the man's grip, but after a considerable effort, she still ended up failing.
The originally cozy and tranquil car suddenly became tense with the man's awakening.
Gu Nian felt somewhat parched and increasingly nervous, desperately searching for a topic of conversation.
"So... when did you come back from France?"
Fu Jingshen raised his hand to rub the center of his brows, his thin lips curving slightly, "Just now."
Gu Nian: "..."
Just now?
That hurried?
Fu Jingshen's voice still carried a hint of fatigue, the little girl would probably never know that he had worked overtime at Fu Family for three consecutive days, toiling through the night, and then he even compressed his schedule in France to two days.
Without sleep or rest, he worked like a robot, just to rush back in time to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her.
