The soft, whispered complaints drifted into his ears, melting one's heart into a puddle.
Fu Shihan sighed inwardly, tightening his grip around her waist, assuring, "You'll be free soon, trust me."
Su Wanxin buried her head in his arms, nodded silently, feeling at ease, and gradually started feeling sleepy.
*
A good night's dream lasted until dawn. The moment Su Wanxin's car arrived at the company's downstairs, she knew that, for some time now, she couldn't escape being the hot topic of conversation.
Flashes kept lighting up, aiming in her direction. The paparazzi seemed to have radars on their heads; even if they couldn't see inside the car, they could tell exactly who was sitting there.
Fu Shihan saw the spectacle outside, raised his eyebrows with a smile, and asked, "Want me to take you inside?"
Su Wanxin glanced at him with slightly resentful eyes, took a deep breath, stood up, and slammed the door shut as her answer.
This jerk, even now thinking about causing trouble.
