Mo Xiuchen chuckled at her words, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly: "Thank you for your trust, my wife."
"Get out of the car now."
Wen Ran shot him a fake glare, pushing him off with a laugh.
Outside the car window, Qing Yang and Qing Feng moved aside, giving the two their private moment.
Mo Xiuchen gaze deeply at Wen Ran, then opened the car door and stepped out. A few steps away, Qing Feng and Qing Yang saw him and walked over.
Mo Xiuchen accepted the suitcase from Qing Feng's hand, said lightly: "You guys take Ranran to work. I can go in myself."
Qing Feng and Qing Yang nodded. With the suitcase in his hand, Mo Xiuchen walked into the airport without looking back.
In the car, when Wen Ran saw the silhouette of the departing Mo Xiuchen disappeared from her sight, tears slipped down her cheeks like broken pearls. She bit her lip, her small face tilted up as if hoping for the sadness to evaporate.
"Miss Wen!"
