Hearing this, Zijun couldn't help but look doubtful, "Your so-called genius idea leaves one rather uneasy," but in truth, deep inside, she was filled with anticipation, for even a fool may sometimes give sage advice.
"Zijun, don't interrupt my brainstorming. Once we get there, I'll naturally know," Su Sheng replied before leaning back in his seat, closing his eyes to ponder, and then, within less than ten seconds, soft snoring sounds could be heard from the car.
The ladies were stunned, and Little Apple even lit up the ambient lights in the car to express its surprise. Such an outstanding genius, they finally got to witness today.
Zijun shook her head, then suddenly remembered that Su Sheng was ill. Otherwise, how could such a competitive man fall asleep so easily? He had been like this last night when he came home too. For some reason, she felt a pang of sympathy—it was her man, after all, and she should of course take good care of him.