Song Qiao woke up in a daze, feeling herself being held by a man. As she slightly opened her drowsy eyes, the first thing she saw was the man's handsome chin. After scanning her surroundings, she realized they were inside an elevator.
Lu Jingchen was holding her in a princess carry, and this position made her feel very comfortable. She couldn't help but move a little, but the next second, her expression changed as she looked down at the shirt she was wearing.
The man holding her steadily noticed she had woken up, so he smiled down at her, "Awake?"
Song Qiao's petite face flushed with two shades of red, she murmured a soft "hmm."
Noticing that Song Qiao seemed a bit uneasy, the man fixed his deep black eyes on her and asked, "Is something wrong?"
Seeing Song Qiao's concern, the man chuckled and said, "Don't worry, everyone has already left work. We won't run into other colleagues from the company."
Song Qiao, "..." Alright, it seems she was worrying too much.
