Li Guilan couldn't refuse and could only agree, meanwhile, she swore in her heart to take even better care of Wangzi in the future.
That evening, after An Lan had taken a bath, she stepped out of the bathroom and saw Huo Zhanting sitting on the sofa, dealing with his email.
He had a pair of gold-framed glasses on his nose, and his silk pajamas were open at the collar, revealing his strong chest muscles. Her eyes uncontrollably lingered on Huo Zhanting.
A man who is serious is the most handsome; it's an eternal truth. Perhaps because An Lan's gaze was too intense, at this moment, Huo Zhanting looked up and was stunned when he saw her.
An Lan, just out of the bathroom, was surrounded by a mist of water. Her small face was rosy through its whiteness, like a ripe peach waiting to be plucked by him.
