The little girl nodded obediently, her eyes red as she sat back in her seat.
Afraid of saying something that might upset the little girl further, Yan Xiaye and Jiang Chuan tacitly kept silent and drove her back to an old building that looked steeped in history.
Getting out, Yan Xiaye opened the car door for the girl and leaned against the car, watching Jiang Chuan step out, pulling a business card from his pocket and handing it over.
The girl accepted it with trembling hands, gratitude welling up in her, and after thanking them profusely, she sprinted toward her home as if in a hurry to share the good news with her critically ill father.
Watching her retreating silhouette disappear upstairs, Yan Xiaye glanced at the handsome yet gentle man beside her with a playful mood. "Eldest Young Master Xu, how does it feel to perform a good deed for the day?"
