There's no need to continue talking at this point.
The orphan returned to Qing City, with no relatives to turn to, limited mobility, and the only familiar thing being that villa which held all her childhood memories.
And this man had a responsibility to her.
Nan Wan seemingly could still recall that beautiful profile she saw at the mall that day, and the gaze that never left him.
"So where is Miss Yu staying now?"
After Mu Jin Huan lay down, he pulled the person back into his embrace, his voice steady, "A hotel."
Nan Wan nodded, her lower abdomen aching a bit, and slowly closed her eyes, "Let's visit grandma tomorrow, we promised to have dinner together."
A girl with mental issues, whose legs had not yet recovered, staying in a hotel indefinitely was not only inconvenient but also unsafe.
Mu Jin Huan's large hand covered the woman's lower abdomen, gently massaging, his thin lips near her ear, "Qinglu is a responsibility, you are Mrs. Mu."
