Night had fallen, and after finishing a phone call in his bedroom and scheduling a time with the General, Ling Chen stood up and walked out, planning to greet Nanrong Wanqing.
However, when he reached the living room, he saw Nanrong Wanqing descending slowly downstairs in her wheelchair via the staircase's track.
"Wanqing, are you going out?" Ling Chen asked.
"How did you know?"
Ling Chen smiled slightly. Nanrong Wanqing was dressed differently from when she got off work; she was in a simple and elegant white dress that highlighted her fair, delicate skin, which was as smooth as snow. She also carried a small, exquisite handbag.
With such an outfit, if she wasn't going out, what else could she be doing?
"I'll drive you."
"There's no need," Nanrong Wanqing declined, "You have a good rest tonight. Zhong Wei and the others will accompany me."