"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ye Ranran accused him, looking unsatisfied.
"I was hoping she would expose herself, but I didn't expect..."
Plans can't keep up with changes.
"Fortunately, you weren't wronged." Jun Mochan hugged her tightly.
Feeling the warmth from his body, Ye Ranran closed her eyes. This guy was too warm, so warm it scared her.
She was afraid that one day she wouldn't be able to leave him.
"What are you planning to do with her?" Ye Ranran asked.
"Kick her out. Mrs. Jun, you're not planning to plead for her, are you?" The pads of Jun Mochan's fingers brushed against Ye Ranran's face.
Ye Ranran's face turned a little red, she avoided his gaze: "No, I just don't want to see them anymore."
"Don't worry, I don't want them to bother you anymore either."
"Mr. President, we've arrived." Just as the conversation ended, the car stopped.
Jun Mochan swept Ye Ranran up into his arms.
"What are you doing? I can walk by myself." Ye Ranran gently punched him.