"You don't need to worry about Grandpa; if you really don't like it, I'll handle it for you," Jun Mochan held her in his arms.
Ye Ranran snuggled up to him, a smile playing on her lips, "I do like it, I do."
She didn't want him to get too tired either.
"Don't force yourself," Jun Mochan still hoped she would consider it carefully, knowing once she started, there was no turning back.
"It's not forced."
Seeing her mind was made up, Jun Mochan didn't say much, but resolved to leave the trivial matters to her while he'd handle the major decisions.
Ye Ranran, unaware of the twists and turns in Jun Mochan's mind, happily picked up her phone and called Chu Ji.
"Designer Ye still remembers me? That's rare, indeed."
Listening to his slightly plaintive voice, a smile reached Ye Ranran's eyes, "Hey, I should be the one saying that. Mayor Chu still remembers little me."