Coming out into the lobby, Lin Miao'er looked around to hail a cab when the Rolls-Royce approached and came to a steady stop at her feet.
"Get in," he said, lowering the window, his voice low and pleasant.
"Mr. Gong? Have you been waiting here for me all day?" Lin Miao'er didn't expect him to still be there.
Not only had Gong Motin not left, but he had also watched a day's worth of video footage. He saw everything about her condition, including the limited edition shoes, which were obviously a gift from him.
At that moment, when he saw her fall, he felt an inexplicable nervousness and almost barged into the hotel.
He hadn't realized that he cared about this woman even more than he did five years ago.
His sensuous lips curved into a shallow smile, "I happened to have the time."
Once Lin Miao'er got into the car, she noticed her high heels and said, "Ah, Mr. Gong, are these shoes on my feet also a present from you?"
"Yes, that's right."