Luo Xiaoqian did not answer Leng Zirui's question but pushed the car door open and walked back to Leng Zimo's side.
"Jiao Yang, you've been troubled these past few days."
"How could I be?" Jiao Yang smiled and winked at her, "I'm always glad to be trouble for you!"
If it were before, she might have just laughed off such a joke.
But after what happened last night, even though she was slow to catch on, she felt something, and could not manage to laugh seeing his smiling face. Instead, she spoke again, but only said two words.
"Thank you."
Of course, this thank you was not only for his care during the past two days but for other things as well.
Jiao Yang shrugged, "We're good friends, right? Why be so polite?"
Luo Xiaoqian did not know what to say, but thankfully, Leng Zimo timely extricated her by saying goodbye to Jiao Yang, then lifted his hand to her shoulder, turned, and led her toward the car.
