Han Siming's dark eyes could hardly hide the loneliness…
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. Mo Chen, are you staying here to keep Siming company for a bit longer, or shall we leave together?"
Jian Ran's smile was appropriately charming, and Gu Mochen's slender, ink-black eyes narrowed.
"I've arranged for a driver to wait for you downstairs. You go back first to be with Tang Bao."
"Okay, but lately Tang Bao has been clingy to you... remember to come home early."
"Hmm."
Jian Ran feigned a petulant tone. This demeanor, coupled with her being so affectionate with Gu Mochen, pierced Han Siming's heart even more.
Han Siming clenched his fists tightly...
…
After Jian Ran left.
Han Siming looked at the man before him, whom exuded an imposing presence, his voice was hoarse.
"Brother... for Ranran, I could give up even my life."
His implication was clear: he wouldn't give up no matter what...
Gu Mochen raised an eyebrow, noting Han Siming's immaturity.