Those eyes looked at him with a faint smile.

Zhou Jing'an felt a little relieved. He put his arm around her waist and looked at her closely.

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

No matter how unfamiliar this place is, fortunately, Jiang Ling is here.

Then he is not afraid of anything.

Jiang Ling took them back to her small apartment.

The house has two bedrooms and a living room, only 90 square meters, which is not big, but it would be a waste for her to live in it alone.

If it wasn't because this place is close to the company and convenient for her to go out for filming or business activities, she would not be willing to rent it.

Fortunately, the company paid for her rent, so she only had to pay for utilities, which was manageable. She even managed to save some money after all these years of hard work.

Zhou Jing'an held the sleeping Zhou Xian in one hand and dragged this thing called a suitcase with the other, following Jiang Ling step by step.

He had no other clothes, only his white coat. He was now wearing a white shirt, black trousers and black leather shoes. His hair was loose, and his smooth black hair fell to his waist. Combined with his face, height and long legs, he was really eye-catching.

This was the first time Jiang Ling saw him dressed like this, and she kept looking at him in surprise along the way.

She is indeed good-looking, and even with her hair down she is pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but smile as she saw people walking in the community looking at her from the corner of her eye.

In the night, the light from the street lamps shone on his face, revealing his three-dimensional outline, deep eyes, straight nose and thin lips.

The saying "beauty is admired under the lamp" really works when applied to Zhou Jing'an, Jiang Ling thought.

Zhou Jing'an noticed the gazes around him and couldn't help but move closer to Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling thought he was uncomfortable and tried to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, they just think you are pretty."

Zhou Jing'an shook his head and his eyes fell on her.

In his opinion, those gazes were directed at Jiang Ling.

Although the clothes here were strange and looked awkward on him, he was a calm and composed man who never showed his emotions, and he did not show any of them along the way.

He didn't care what the other people were wearing, and he never even glanced at them.

But, when it comes to Jiang Ling...

Jiang Ling followed his gaze and looked at her arm.

Oh, she was wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and jeans today. Jiang Ling realized that she was showing her arms, right?

She raised her eyes and saw Zhou Jing'an frowning slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but laugh, she thought he was cute.

Yes, even if the people of the Dagan Dynasty were open-minded, women would not go out in the street with their arms exposed.

This must be a huge shock to Zhou Jing'an, who came from ancient times and has a strong possessiveness.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't put on a camisole or a short skirt yet, and she was afraid that it would be even more difficult for him to accept it.

But now she must coax him first, she whispered: "We will be home soon, let's go."

She quickly led him into the building and onto the elevator. "I live on the tenth floor. This is called an elevator. It's faster to take this up, so we don't have to climb the stairs."

"Oh... okay." Zhou Jing'an pursed his lips, feeling anxious.

Seeing his nervousness, Jiang Ling teased him, "I didn't expect you to look so good in our modern clothes."

She had thought about it before, and even jokingly told Huhu that she wanted to bring him back. She was sure that she could sell him for a lot of money. Bah, she was sure that she could make a lot of money.

She had starry eyes, and Zhou Jingan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Your clothes are a little strange..."

Jiang Ling smiled and nodded, "It's a little strange, but I'll buy you a lot of clothes and teach you how to recognize them."

As they were talking, the elevator arrived. Jiang Ling walked to her home, which she hadn't returned to for a long time, and she was still a little excited.

She pressed her fingerprint and the door unlocked automatically.

"Zhou Jing'an, welcome to my home!" She pushed open the door with a smile. It was pitch black inside. She turned on the light, but it didn't come on.

"Oh, yes, I usually turn off the power as soon as I go out." She touched her nose angrily, turned on the flashlight and went to turn off the power.

She is used to being poor, so she saves electricity.

The light clicked on, illuminating the small room.

Jiang Ling looked at her long-missed home and smiled with nostalgia.

She turned around and opened her arms towards Zhou Jingan who was standing outside the door. A smile broke out on her pretty face, as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming.

Jiang Ling smiled sweetly and said to him softly, "Welcome, Zhou Jing'an."