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When Mo Xiuchen returned to the office, Wen Ran was engrossed in her computer screen, not looking up.
His deep eyes rested on her elegant face, a warmth appearing in Mo Xiuchen's gaze. It seemed seeing her in front of him made him feel secure and at ease.
He didn't return to his own seat, but walked elegantly towards her instead.
As he approached, Wen Ran looked up, meeting his eyes that held a thread of tenderness. A charming smile lit up her face. Her voice was gentle and soft, like a brush of spring breeze against his ears, bringing comfort to his heart.
"Finished with the phone call?"
She questioned casually, not intending to pry into whom he was talking to. Mo Xiuchen's lips curved slightly as he moved to stand behind her. His strong hands rested on her shoulders, applying just the right amount of pressure as he began to massage. His voice was soft and soothing as it fell on her ears:
"Yes, it was Lu Zhiyan. They've already reached G City."