Summer Shawcross's sudden reminder left the driver puzzled, but he still replied politely.
"Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I'll be careful!"
Hearing the driver's words, Summer felt relieved, turned, and got out of the car.
"Ma'am." Just as she got out of the car, she was greeted by Sean Morgan waiting at the entrance.
Summer nodded and, holding the chicken soup, walked towards the group's main entrance.
Sean followed and gave a worried glance at the thermos box she was carrying.
"Ma'am, the boss is still busy. How about you let me hold the chicken soup for you? You can go to the lounge and have a cup of coffee, and wait until he's done?" Before Summer entered the elevator, Sean kindly suggested.
"No need, he's busy with his things. I won't disturb him; it's no big deal." Summer smiled and directly refused his offer.
"Then... how about I hold it for you?" Sean looked at the thermos box in her hands and couldn't help but ask again.
