The cold and resolute features softened. He stood up, walked out from behind the desk, half-sat on the table, and naturally wrapped her into his embrace, "Why did you come over?"
His large hand gently caressed the woman's stomach. Through the thin summer clothes, he seemed to feel the little one inside moving mischievously.
Nan Wan had walked a lot today and was indeed a bit tired. She leaned lazily against him, her eyebrows soft and gentle, "I was on the way. I felt good after seeing Mom, so I came to pick you up from work. Do you still have work to do?"
The faint scent of lilies lingered at the tip of his nose, and the fatigue in Mu Jin Huan's eyes faded a little. His voice was soft and mellow, "Once I finish replying to this email, we can go home."
Nan Wan nodded, moved herself out of the man's embrace, walked over to the sofa, sat down, and casually picked up a magazine to flip through, "Hurry up. I'm hungry."
"Ten minutes."
