The jeep drove smoothly through the night.
Outside the car window, the streetlights retreated one by one.
Inside the car, it was very quiet.
Gu Ning and Gu An were already asleep in the back seat, breathing evenly.
Lin Wan Yi turned her head, looking at the man focused on driving.
His sharply defined profile appeared especially stern under the flickering lights.
Yet just now, at the restaurant entrance, the way he tied her scarf was tender beyond belief.
Lin Wan Yi reached out and gently touched the cashmere scarf around her neck.
Soft, warm.
"Mr. Gu."
She suddenly spoke.
"Hmm."
Gu Yanshen kept his eyes on the road, responding with a grunt.
"That Director Zhang earlier seemed quite scared of you."
Lin Wan Yi's words carried a hint of amusement.
Gu Yanshen turned the steering wheel, the car veering into an even quieter lane.
"He deserved it."
The man's voice was flat.
"His daughter is quite pitiable too."
Lin Wan Yi continued.
