Terrified Chief, Come to the Door

Why was Qin Ran with an old man in the middle of the night?

Driving a Mercedes…

There was a sense of familiarity in that person's back.

Qin Yu pursed her lips.

Not far away.

"Oh," Qin Ran stood leaning against the door of the car. Her whole figure was hidden in the shadow from the wall and she tilted her head sideways, having a slight headache. "There's no need for such trouble."

"I inquired about it, you'll make up for whatever you eat." Feng Loucheng put an insulation container in her left hand and persuaded her carefully. "Nourish your skin."

"Okay, just this time," Qin Ran had a headache and said sincerely.

Feng Loucheng just looked at her like an old father and didn't promise nor refuse.

Qin Ran returned to the bedroom with the container.

"What's this?" Lin Siran helped her open it and took a bowl.