Qiaoqiao watched as Li Yehan sat in the driver's seat of the car, his sword-like eyebrows framing his high-bridged nose.
The thin lips that usually pressed together slightly lifted in a genuine smile when he saw her.
"Why are you here?" Qiaoqiao asked, curious.
Li Yehan replied, "If I'm not in the car, should I be outside it?"
Li Yehan stepped out of the car, grasped Qiaoqiao's wrist, and pulled her into the seat beside him.
Li Yehan looked at Qiaoqiao beside him and helped her tidy the stray hairs on her forehead.
He had heard that Qiaoqiao had left the private room, so he had followed her out of Jin Jiang Hotel, planning to take her away.
He had not expected that when the driver brought the car around, he would see Qiaoqiao leaving with a cold expression.
Li Yehan's gaze shifted to the mother-daughter pair standing at the entrance of Jin Jiang Hotel, a fleeting murderous intent passing through his eyes.