"Find a few men to see what kind of goods she is..." The manager's mind kept repeating this sentence,
Mr. Han's voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it, yet it tormented him like an incurable obsession, circling and pounding in his head.
He stood up abruptly, his expression as usual, shaking his voice, "Mr. Han, today was our oversight, please..."
Han Luoli took a drag from his cigarette, waved his hand dismissively to stop the manager's next words, his voice cold as an ice cellar, "Get out."
"Yes, yes!" the manager hurriedly tried to appease and backed away.
Finally, the world returned to calm.
"Xiao Er..." He snuffed out the cigarette and embraced the dazed girl beside him, gently cradling her in his arms.
"Da Luoluo..." Gu Xiaoer's mouth was dry, her voice trembled, deeply buried in the broad, solid embrace, like a doll that had lost its soul.
The man's large hand fell gently on her back, as tender as water comforting a child.
