Ying Jing leaned closer to his seat.
"When did you go to sleep that night?" When she woke up, she was already in bed and feeling quite refreshed.
By then, Wen Fucheng had already left home and gone to the office.
The man, lightly dozing, opened his eyes when he heard her speak.
He looked at the delicate girl beside him.
"If you feel guilty, let me rest on your shoulder for a bit."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Fucheng's head was already leaning on Ying Jing's left shoulder.
Ying Jing immediately straightened her back to make him more comfortable.
The car became silent in an instant.
Ying Jing replied to Ying Zenan, saying they were already on their way.
An hour later, the car stopped inside the estate.
Luxury cars were everywhere, and the lights were dazzling.
The grandeur of the event was quite impressive.
There were quite a few journalists outside the estate, and it was rumored that many celebrities would be attending tonight.
