"Miss Mao, the car is ready," a staff member came over, clearly older than her, but treated her with the utmost respect.
Beibei had just reached the entrance of the TV station when she saw a man striding towards her, his presence commanding.
His eyebrows were like distant mountains, and over his black suit he wore a black overcoat. As he moved, he resembled a pine tree, his steps swift like the wind.
Mao Beibei looked at this man and suddenly felt a sense of achievement swell in her heart. Yes, this man belonged to her!
Soon, the man had reached her, and his fingers extended naturally, holding her slightly cold hand.
"Finished recording?" he asked tenderly, but only to her.
"Mm, it's finished," Mao Beibei linked her arm with his, her tone slightly coquettish, "So tired~~~"
The man caressed her hair, bent down, one hand supporting her back, a hint of indulgence on his lips, "You've gotten heavier."
