"Time to sleep," Shen Yancheng said coldly.
"Daddy, good night," Xuanxuan ducked under the covers and hid there, giggling to himself.
Shen Yancheng turned off the light, closed the door, and left. He had no idea what Xuanxuan was laughing at—it was a strange feeling.
The next day!
Outside the main entrance of Jiang Group's building, a Lamborghini was parked, and a man dressed in a suit, holding flowers, stood in front of the car looking particularly handsome.
The car was great, the man was handsome; together, they were so striking they seemed to shine, drawing a 200% increase in second glances as Jiang Group's star-struck employees flocked to chat him up, asking for his phone number, WeChat—flirting non-stop.
The man had the same response every time.
"I'm sorry, I'm waiting for Jiang Xiaorou."
Once everyone heard he was Ms. Jiang's suitor, they backed off to the side, silently waiting for Jiang Xiaorou to appear.
Zoom!
Jiang Xiaorou's car drove up.