Lin En's hands paused for a moment, and she looked up at Hang. She asked, "How do you know? When I returned earlier, I left a chauffeur at the set, thinking that Xian 'er could use him!"
"Does anyone in our family drive a black Maybach?" Zhuang Hang looked at Lin En and asked in a dark tone.
Before the mother and son could finish their exchange, they were interrupted by Zhuang Xian, who came down from the second floor.
Lin En turned around to look at her precious daughter. She could see the slight fatigue in her eyes.
"Xian 'er, why didn't you sleep a little longer? It's only seven o 'clock now, you're going to report to school in the afternoon, so there's no hurry." Lin En said as she reached out to grab Zhuang Xian's wrist.
Zhuang Xian smiled and replied, "I'm fine! I still have other things to do, so I can't waste my time sleeping."
