"Uncle Zhou, to Central Mansion,"
The cool voice involuntarily carried a hint of hoarseness.
Elder Zhou heard the voice and then turned to get into the car, settling into the driver's seat.
His gaze passed through the rearview mirror for a glance and discovered the young master holding the future young madam in his arms, eliciting an involuntary trace of a relieved smile from the depths of his eyes.
He started the car and swiftly departed.
The black Bentley traveled steadily along the road.
Ye Liangyan was pulled into the man's embrace and made no further struggle. Her groggy mind had reached its limit, finding the man's chest warm, soft, and comfortable. The faint scent of mint wafting in the air, she almost immediately fell into a deep sleep.
About thirty minutes later, the car stopped in the underground parking lot of Central Mansion.
Ye Liangyan was still sleeping.
Elder Zhou hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Young master, do you need..."
