Nan Qiao woke up in the car.
Li Yehan was still driving. The streetlights outside drifted by slowly.
From Nan Qiao's perspective, she could see Li Yehan's sharp short hair, his lucky-looking ears, and broad shoulders that exuded a strong sense of security.
"Why am I in your car?" Nan Qiao asked.
"Qiaoqiao, you were exhausted and fell asleep on your office desk."
Nan Qiao sat up and adjusted the seat.
Li Yehan parked the car, turned his head, and saw Nan Qiao with sleepy eyes—she looked like a lazy little kitten, beautiful and adorable.
"Qiaoqiao, let me carry you to the bedroom to sleep."
Nan Qiao glanced at the scenery outside the window. "Is this your home? Why did you bring me to your house?"
"If the people at your house saw your exhausted face, they'd definitely worry about you. Qiaoqiao, you've been working too hard. Some things can be delegated to others; you can't hold onto everything yourself, you'll wear yourself out."