After bidding farewell to Nan Hao, Murong Qiao returned the way she came and met Huo Yichen.
"Where did you go?" Huo Yichen asked with a smile.
There was no one around, and this was also a blind spot for the surveillance cameras. This finally allowed Huo Yichen to relax for a moment. He reached out and hugged Murong Qiao, who was running over.
The soft and sweet fragrance of roses gently enveloped his entire body and covered his nose, causing Huo Yichen's heart to burn with the passionate color of roses.
Murong Qiao reached out and hugged him back. Before she could answer, she first stood on her tiptoes with a smile and pecked the corner of Huo Yichen's lips before hugging him tightly.
"I saw Nan Hao and greeted him."
Murong Qiao buried her head in Huo Yichen's warm and broad arms. She was wrapped up in a sense of security and hugged him for a long time.
