He shifted his hand to Xuxu's waist and pulled her to a tight embrace as they walked past the group of reporters.
It moved Xuxu's heart.
'My wife is afraid of the cold. Please spare her tonight. In the future, if you bump into her in public places, please don't make things difficult for her.'
She had finally experienced the indescribable bliss to be pampered and shielded by a man.
She thought this ought to be the sheer bliss of a woman—with him leading the way, shielding her from any trials and hardships, laying down his life for her, and doing things that he wouldn't do in the past.
The reporters relentlessly followed Yan Rusheng and Xuxu out of the arrival hall before dropping their chase.
The car was waiting by the entrance of the arrival hall. Qiao Jian led the way and opened the car door for them.
