After getting out of the car, he walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, leaned into the car, and unbuckled Su Xiaoyue's seatbelt. He then gently cradled the sleeping Su Xiaoyue in his arms and lifted her out of the car, all the while making sure to hold onto her glasses firmly; if they were to break, she'd be fumbling around blind as a bat tomorrow.
The worst would be if she mistook someone else for him—that would be a real loss.
"So light."
Fan Shaoming, carrying Su Xiaoyue out of the car, felt that the woman in his arms seemed lighter than expected. Su Xiaoyue didn't appear fragile, but when he lifted her, he still felt she was a bit too light.
"Young Master, you... who is this?"
Awakened by the sound of the car, Sister Zhang rubbed her eyes and came out to see. She was startled to find Fan Shaoming carrying Su Xiaoyue towards the main house, her sleepiness vanished, she pointed at Su Xiaoyue and asked Fan Shaoming in disbelief.
