It was already this late, and Duan Xingzhi couldn't find a place to check her address, nor could he take her to his own home. He could only find a hotel to let her spend the night there.
After the driver booked the room, he came over, "President Duan, let me do it."
Duan Xingzhi looked down at the person in his arms and then shook his head, saying, "No need, give me the room card and wait for me in the car."
"Okay."
Taking the room card, Duan Xingzhi carried the person into the elevator.
The person in his arms was sleeping soundly, her cheeks still flushed red, lips moving restlessly, like a child, with a touch of innocence and charm.
The corner of his lips unconsciously curled up, but then it fell again.
He always had his own set regulations for doing things, and what he disliked most was mixing personal and professional matters, so he always kept life and work very separate.
At work, he's the cool and stern boss.
In life, he's the gentle and silent older brother.
