Doubting if her eyes were playing tricks on her, Yun Qingqing continued to stare at Sheng Ting, fearing she might be having hallucinations. It wasn't until the deep and alluring voice of the man sounded in her ear.
"Have you seen enough?"
"No," Yun Qingqing even reached out and touched Sheng Ting's face. It wasn't her imagination.
Trembling, she withdrew her hand, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Are you, by any chance, heading to another place along the way?"
Seeing the man shake his head, Yun Qingqing widened her eyes, nervously stammering, "You, you're not planning to go to An'ning's hometown with me, are you?"
Without confirming or denying, Sheng Ting responded with a question, "Is there a problem?"
Yun Qingqing hesitated before sincerely saying, "It's too insignificant, Mr. Sheng. With Xiaxia accompanying me, it's sufficient."
Sheng Ting's expression remained indifferent, showing no emotion. "What? You don't want me to go with you?"