For some inexplicable reason, he suddenly felt something stirring in his calm heart at that very moment.
He wanted to disregard everything and rush forward to hug her…
While such a thought had just come to Mo Yongheng, a figure suddenly rushed forward to him and gave him a huge embrace without any warning.
With her reddened eyes, Zheng Yan was choking with emotions as she rambled on, "Although you're so quiet and a little hard to get close to, you're loyal enough. Don't worry, I'll help you to take care of Xiao Mumu and the elderly head. When you're all alone, please don't cry out loud okay…"
"…"
He didn't cry, but she did.
Mo Yongheng rarely had such times where his emotions were so exposed. He reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around the person before him.
With a rather hoarse voice, he muttered, "Zheng Yan."
"Umm?" Zheng Yan sniffed before raising her head to look at him.