The car arrived at Lotus Yard, and the driver steadied it in front of the house before getting out to open the door for them.
Ye Shu had already fallen asleep in Huo Shenting's arms, her long eyelashes very dense, resembling a handheld fan when her eyes were closed.
Huo Shenting carried her out of the car; she was very light, not even one hundred pounds, and carrying her hardly required much effort.
His expression was somber as he glanced at the person sleeping in his arms and stepped into the house.
Aunt Wang was alone at home cleaning. Seeing Huo Shenting carrying Ye Shu in, and Ye Shu quietly staying in his embrace as if she was unconscious, her expression immediately turned into one of concern. She put down the rag in her hand and came over.
"What happened to the young madam?"
Concern filled her eyes.
"She's asleep."
