Qiao Shishi felt herself being lifted firmly by a pair of strong arms, then she was carried out of the car.
The cold night air made Qiao Shishi shiver, her body trembling like a fallen leaf in autumn.
Yu Jingxi held her tighter, hoping his body warmth could drive away her chill. "Bear with it."
"No..."
Her voice of protest was soft, first because his intentions were clear tonight, and secondly, because there were many people coming and going; any shouting would surely draw more attention, and she didn't want that.
She was his most profitable artist, and as her boss, he would definitely protect her privacy. He covered her face with his jacket. "Don't make a sound, and don't move recklessly, or you'll definitely make the headlines tomorrow morning."
Qiao Shishi clung tightly to his clothes, covering her face without leaving a gap.
Taking the elevator, they quickly arrived at a presidential suite.
