"If Brother Beicheng asks, just say I accidentally got sick and had a fever while bathing, and that you have to stay here to take care of me!"
"No, no, no, I'd be terribly upset if you caught a cold." Yan Xiaye rushed over to tuck Little Yunduo in, chuckling and touched her nose, "Thank you for your kindness, but like your daddy said, there are some things you have to face yourself, and running away is useless."
Besides, she still had to ingratiate herself with Li Beicheng, secure a job as his assistant, and look for every opportunity to access Huang Qian's files.
Little Yunduo, sucking on her finger, thought for a while and reluctantly nodded her little head, "Then let daddy drive you home."
"It's not a bother for Younger Uncle. It's easy to get a cab once we leave this villa area. You sleep tight and don't worry about me."
