Zhuo Jian felt a warmth in her eyes and lowered her head to think for a moment before replying, "None of them have my heart!"
"Then what do you like? I'll give it to you? You can continue to sue me."
He held her, burying his face in the crook of her neck again.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and for no apparent reason, she felt a little moisture on her neck.
He...
Cried?
Zhuo Jian was startled by her own thought, turned to look, saw nothing, and then dared not move.
For the next few minutes, the whole house was dead silent, so quiet that the dropping of a pin could be heard.
——
Zhuo Jian had gone to the hotel for several consecutive evenings after work to oversee the preparations for her grandfather's birthday banquet, but Fu Yanye had not shown up. Instead, that evening, Wang Yue went to supervise the workers, and as the two were chatting, they came across Lin Ruxiang, who had just finished a meeting.
