Zhizhi clasped Yuran's hands with his little paws, grinning like a cat as he nestled into Yuran's embrace, "Mommy, when Zhizhi grows up, he will protect you."
Bo Yan couldn't help but laugh, "Zhizhi still has many years to grow up. For these years, how about Daddy protects Zhizhi and Mommy?"
Zhizhi pouted and reluctantly nodded, "Okay, thanks, Daddy."
"You're welcome."
Yuran stared at the back of Bo Yan's head for a long time. It was hard for Bo Yan not to notice. He faced forward, driving seriously, and casually asked, "Baby, staring at me like that, I feel like the back of my head is about to catch on fire."
Yuran cringed slightly and looked away. Bo Yan chuckled, "Between us, is there anything you can't say?"
"No."
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, "Then tell me, I feel you definitely have something to say to me, but you don't know how to say it, right?"
"Qi Ge…" Yuran remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "I want to go to the studio, to see Qiuyan."
"Okay."
