His arms involuntarily tightened around her, holding her close, feeling her petite and soft body, Tang Song's heart softened in an instant.
He told himself that he must protect her, he must make her his wife.
Tang Song went to retrieve her belongings from the makeup room, and the two of them drove away from the gymnasium. After finding a clothing store and changing their clothes, Mo Ran felt much better.
"How do you feel now? Are you still sad?" Tang Song asked softly.
Embarrassed, Mo Ran smiled, "I'm fine now, thank you so much for today. It's strange, you always show up whenever I need help. Mr. Tang, I really appreciate it."
Tang Song smiled slightly, his smile bright and handsome, "That means we have fate between us. People say familiarity breeds fondness. We have met three times already, so don't be formal and call me Mr. Tang, just call me Tang Song."
Mo Ran nodded, "And you can call me Mo Ran, Tang Song."
