Watching the little Lolita sleep soundly, Jian Ran's expression was tender as she tried to pull her small hand out from the firm grip of Gu Mochen's large hand, but Gu Mochen held tight, clearly with no intention of letting go.
Jian Ran's expression froze, and she awkwardly avoided his gaze, speaking up.
"You hold Tang Bao first…"
"It's fine… I can take care of both, I don't want to let go of you or Tang Bao."
Listening to Gu Mochen's words, Jian Ran's expression faltered slightly, feeling a warm current surge into her heart and then flow throughout her body.
"Okay."
Jian Ran carefully coordinated with Gu Mochen's movements, allowing the man's left hand to hold the sleeping Tang Bao, then freed his right hand to lead her small hand toward the elevator.
Secretary Zhou: "..."
What efficiency…
Just a moment ago, he had a cold face, without holding hands.
Now, how come it's suddenly all so affectionate and sweet?
Secretary Zhou was shocked.