"President, are we going to Tang's Apartment?" Ouyang asked.
After pondering for a while, Tang Yan said, "Go to the Old City, take her home."
To avoid her waking up and being too surprised, possibly saying something that would enrage him, it was better to take her home.
Ouyang was puzzled in his heart, the president was giving up such a good opportunity, truly a gentlemen of the highest order.
"Stop fantasizing in your mind!"
Tang Yan's cold voice cut off Ouyang's daydreams, and it was a mystery how the president guessed what he was thinking.
Jin Mo shifted her body and leaned on Tang Yan's shoulder, seeming to find his shoulder too hard. She rubbed against him, searching for a comfortable spot.
Eventually, she was fully nestled in Tang Yan's arms, revealing a satisfied smile.
Tang Yan opened his arms, with Jin Mo occupying his embrace, feeling her breath spraying on his chest, a tingling sensation reaching all the way to his heart.