A few hundred meters away on the driveway, Yan Xiaye softly sneezed.
Li Yuntang glanced at her, suavely took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her shoulders, bypassing Little Yunduo.
The fabric, warmed by his body heat, felt tender and comforting, which was a stark contrast to his usually cold and indifferent demeanor.
Yan Xiaye, embarrassed to act coy in front of Little Yunduo, could only nod shallowly at Li Yuntang, her slender fingers clutching the lapels, trying to retain the warmth a little longer, just a little longer.
Li Yuntang seemed indifferent to her thanks, but his dark eyes harbored a prolonged, faint smile.
Back at Li Yuntang's private residence, Yan Xiaye cheerfully helped an overjoyed Little Yunduo take a comfortable bath, got him into his pajamas, and then it was her turn to use the kid's bathroom to freshen up.
