Seeing her worried yet diligent little appearance, Zhao Changhe couldn't hold back anymore and reached out to embrace her waist, gently pulling her onto his lap.
Tang Wanju snapped back to her senses, twisting in shy indignation: "What are you doing... You just..."
"Nothing, just felt like holding you."
Tang Wanju glanced furtively at Xia Chichi's amused expression, leaned in, and whispered: "If you're leaving tomorrow, shouldn't you... collect Bao Qin tonight? The poor girl has been waiting very morosely."
"That's a bit too much..." Zhao Changhe responded softly: "It's late, I'll take you back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to rest, and then chat with her."
Tang Wanju leaned back slightly, glanced into his eyes, and smiled sweetly: "I want to hold hands on the way back too."
Xia Chichi: "?"
How old are you, lady?
