Song Chen actually personally brought a five-year-old child to the company's headquarters. This simply did not fit Song Chen's style of doing things.
Cheng Qingyun's heart was indescribably flustered. It was as if the peaceful life that she had always thought was being gradually broken by some inevitable force.
"A'Chen, I made chicken soup today and brought some for you." Cheng Qingyun's beautiful face was especially sickly. Her complexion was unhealthy and sickly pale. Her movements were elegant and gentle, and she wore a plain light yellow dress. She gave off a sickly beauty aura like Lin Daiyu.
It was difficult for a man not to feel protective of her.
Song Chen was adding pearls to Gu Chu's milk tea. He raised his head and casually glanced at Cheng Qingyun. His attention returned to the milk tea. "There's no need to trouble you. Someone is in charge of my diet."
