Seeing Huo Yichen suddenly appear in front of her, Murong Qiao subconsciously curled her lips. Before she could think of anything good to say, she smiled and took the initiative to throw herself into the other party's arms.
"Ah Chen!" she shouted.
Huo Yichen was already prepared. He opened his arms and caught Murong Qiao before responding.
Murong Qiao hugged him for a long time before looking up. "The busy President finally knows to come and see me?"
She was half-joking. When she looked up, her eyes were filled with smiles. When she looked at Huo Yichen alone, she was extremely focused.
"Yes," Huo Yichen nodded honestly.
He hung the scarf he had brought around Murong Qiao's neck twice and wrapped her tightly. Then, he took out a beautiful bouquet of roses from behind and handed it to Murong Qiao.
Murong Qiao was a little puzzled. "Why do you—"
