"Otherwise, you just drive directly to the restaurant, and I'll take a cab home," Leng Zimo said.
This time, during the ad shoot in South Korea, the production crew had conflict with the locals over an inappropriate location choice. Even though Leng Zimo himself rushed over, it took a lot of effort to smooth things over. Now he was truly exhausted, and tomorrow morning he had a very important meeting.
All he wanted now was to get home quickly, take a comfortable bath, and get some sleep.
"How could that be okay?" Xu Pei looked at the fatigue on his face through the rearview mirror, "I was just joking earlier. I'll just drive you home."
As the car entered the airport expressway, Leng Zimo sat in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest.
Xu Pei glanced at him multiple times, hesitating to speak each time.
"Zimo?"
By the time she finally mustered the courage to speak, calling Leng Zimo's name twice, there was no response.
