The black Hummer was galloping along the broad highway, with a slightly husky female voice whispering in the speaker.....................................................................

Wen Yian pushed aside the document in front of him, and a gentle smile suddenly appeared on his cold face.

"OK." The cold male voice was a little delighted.

He won't ask her what she wants to eat because he knows more about her preferences than anyone else.

At the quiet villa gate, Chu Qiao's car had just entered the courtyard, and the original closed door was opened without warning.

"Sit still." Wen Yian saw that she wanted to get out of the car and hurried up to help her. "Snowy...