She curled up in his arms like a kitten.
Her heart and eyes were filled with pure, untainted affection and dependency on him.
Yan Yan half-closed his eyes, casually holding her.
He didn't argue anymore.
The depression in his heart dissipated as well.
Even a faint hint of subtle joy touched his lips.
The driver saw their interaction through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but grin.
The Boss has smiled more in this period than he has in years!
And these weren't the kind of smiles that would send a chill down your spine.
They were much more genuine.
Yun Qiluo lay in his arms for a while, enjoying herself, then said, "Beautiful woman, I'll definitely make good money in the future so you can get off work early to pick me up from school."
Yan Yan wasn't quite sure what she was mumbling about again.
Whether he left work early or not was entirely up to his own choice, what did it have to do with whether she made money?
