New Company

"Yuvyuv, you must remember me. I am really a little tired like this. " When she muttered these words, Xia Qinglee's face revealed a trace of bitterness. She turned her body over in the front passenger seat and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Xia Qinglee opened her eyes, she had already returned to the bedroom. She could not help rubbing her sleepy eyes and calling Lu Qian's name a few times. She did not get any response.

Wearing a cotton toddler, she walked downstairs quickly. Looking at the fragrant dishes on the white wooden table, the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Why did you get up so early?" She rubbed her messy hair and watched Lu Qian walk out of the kitchen with vegetable soup. She sat back down on the table.