After the Night Timekeeper sent the information, he happened to hear the sound of the door opening. By that time, Wen Ruoqing had already finished packing up.
Night Timekeeper put away his phone and walked over. He naturally reached out his hand and wrapped it around Wen Ruoqing's waist. His expression didn't change at all. "Let's go eat."
His action was very natural, but Wen Ruoqing felt that his hand on her waist was a little tight. It seemed that he was a little nervous and worried.
"Nervous? Worried? What was he nervous about? What was he worried about?"
Wen Ruolan's profession had always been used when she needed it. She hoped to get along with her loved ones and friends like ordinary people.
She had been married to him for so long. Apart from special circumstances, she had never tried to pry into his thoughts. She felt that everyone had their own privacy and that prying into other people's privacy was disrespectful to others.