"Mengmeng, sit." The moment Jing Yichen saw ruan Mengmeng, his cold eyes brightened up a little, but then became cold again.
He was already used to hiding his emotions, and over the years, he had long gotten used to playing the role of a reliable and gentle big brother.
However, tonight, when he saw ruan Mengmeng rushing over, she was too anxious, so she looked messy and not as elegant as she usually was.
This made her lose the femininity of a mother of three, and instead, she had the kind of liveliness and cuteness that she had when they first met.
Suddenly, Jing Yichen's pupils shrank and he felt as if he had returned to the past.
But Jing Yichen quickly composed himself. He ordered a cup of hot milk for ruan Mengmeng and put it in front of her. "Don't drink coffee and tea at night. Drink milk and sleep well."
Jing Yichen's voice was as clear and melodious as ever.
