Baby...
Following closely behind, Yun Sang felt... quite shocked upon hearing these two words.
He panicked, he was in a frenzy, and his words were all over the place.
Yun Sang felt a discomfort in his stomach, so he leaned against the wall, turned his head, and hid three meters away.
He needed a moment to digest.
Lu Mian, who was feeling equally indigestible, was forced to snuggle into the arms of the scholarly man, tilting her head up and her clear eyes rapidly shifting with emotions.
Apart from being called "Mian Xiaobao" by her master Yun Zhijuan, she had never heard such an intimate nickname.
Of course, she had also never heard such cheesy words from this scholarly and graceful man.
She cautiously stretched out her hand and checked Xiao Qimo's forehead, asking uncertainly, "Director Qimo, what's wrong with you?"
"I missed you."
The man said it with a smile. That smile was like the gentle breeze of March, brushing lightly against the face, tender and delicate.
