Su Ningyan was just about to say no, after all, it was not appropriate to do so in public.
But before she could even utter a word, Zhuo Junyue had already scooped her up in his arms.
His tall and robust physique made holding Su Ningyan effortlessly, just like picking up a little chick.
And she was even lighter than before, showing how much hardship she must have endured in these five years.
Su Ningyan knew how domineering he could be. With this man, once he made up his mind, you had no choice but to obey, there was no room for disagreement.
She buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at other people.
When a tall, handsome man in a suit carried a woman out of the hotel, it caught everyone's attention.
The hotel's front desk staff watched enviously, wondering how it must feel to be held by such a handsome man.
"Indeed, how dashing he is, his presence is almost like a prince's."
