Gu Xiaoer's small face turned red, "Da Luoluo, can you not speak so bluntly, please?"
After struggling in his embrace for a bit, she thought that Han Luoli would carry her to the bedroom, but to her surprise, he set her down in the study instead.
"Did you work on any drafts today?" Han Luoli put down Gu Xiaoer and walked a few steps to the large desk, noticing the drafts laid out, the fruits of Gu Xiaoer's recent efforts.
His gaze unconsciously fell on them as he thoroughly examined the drafts.
"This creativity is quite impressive," Han Luoli praised generously.
On the contrary, Gu Xiaoer pouted, full of doubt that he would understand.
"If these few parts could be modified, this proposal could be even more perfect," he said, picking up a pencil and lightly marking a few places.
As Han Luoli finished marking, Gu Xiaoer's pursed lips slowly widened, finally staring at Han Luoli with her mouth agape.
