My Precious Wife (1)

Yu City.

It snowed the previous night and the temperature had plummeted. The entire city was covered in white.

An Yibei pulled over outside Ai Bao's place, and the latter only rushed out about ten minutes later, still looking half-asleep.

"Morning."

"Morning, Mr. An." Ai Bao got into the car, yawning. "Can I take a nap here?"

An Yibei adjusted his glasses. "Go ahead."

Happily wrapping her arms around the cushion on the passenger's seat that had been specially prepared for her, Ai Bao closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

They arrived at the law firm shortly afterward.

An Yibei was going to wake her up, but seeing that she was fast asleep, he checked his watch for the time.

It was still quite early.

He arched an eyebrow. Well, he supposed she could sleep for a bit longer.