A certain office.
"Let me drive you home. Your complexion doesn't look good. Don't drive yourself."
Mo Xiyan stepped forward, blocking Ning Yanan who was about to head to the parking lot.
Seeing her pale face, he frowned.
"Have you been to the hospital for a check-up? Is it possible that the injury you sustained before wasn't properly healed? I know a military doctor, and I can arrange for you two to meet for a thorough examination."
"I'm fine, just haven't been resting well these past few days. I'll be better after some sleep, there's no need to trouble yourself."
Ning Yanan pressed her hand to her forehead, responding with distance and politeness.
She glanced at the concerned man, nodded, and continued towards the parking lot.
Mo Xiyan seemed accustomed to her refusals and didn't say much, just quietly accompanied her as she walked.
"Why is the parking lot closed?"
