Cold sweat broke out on Cen Juan's nose. He knew that this was a serious matter.
He sincerely looked at his future mother-in-law for help.
Qin Qing pinched the little girl's fair and soft cheeks and said dotingly," Little girl, Mommy has to catch a flight to the next set tonight. I'll sleep with you next time. You should have a good chat with my future son-in-law."
Fu Ting let go of her hand obediently and instructed seriously," Take care and rest."
Qin Qing's heart was filled with warmth. He resisted the urge to kick the cub into his pocket and take him away. He waved his hand and got into the car to leave.
The temperature at night was a little cold, and it was not very friendly to Fu Ting, who was exposing her arms and legs. Cen Juan undid his suit jacket without hesitation and put it on Fu Ting.
Before Fu Ting could react, his fingers hooked around her wrist.
"It's late, let's go home."
His tone was cautious and probing.
