Jian Ran furrowed her beautiful brows and, seeing the man's bewitching appearance, felt an extreme aversion.
Tang Bao, on the other hand, was very fond of the pianist's elegant performance... much quieter than usual and listening very intently.
When Jian Ran saw the little girl's polite demeanor, she couldn't help but hook the corner of her mouth upward.
Gu Mochen, meanwhile, would occasionally feed the little girl some food...
She didn't know why, but watching the little girl eat always gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Very pleasant.
…
The family of three dined quietly, and by the time they finished their dinner, it was already 8 p.m.
Jian Ran instinctively reached out to hold Tang Bao in her arms, ready to leave, but saw that Gu Mochen was quicker to pick up Tang Bao from the baby seat and walked toward the door.
"Let's go."
"Okay."
Many of Gu Mochen's habitual actions stirred ripples in Jian Ran's heart, more or less.