#Jiang Ruan was having hotpot late at night.
She clicked open a picture and saw Jiang Ruan's profile.
What caught Bao Ye's attention even more was the girl standing opposite Jiang Ruan, blurred but still showing half her face in the photo.
Duan Tiantian.
The thing Bao Ye was most worried about still happened.
His eyes were full of complexity. He glanced at the sleeping Jiang Ruan in his arms, deciding to tell her once she woke up.
In the morning, Jiang Ruan opened her eyes, lazily yawned, and noticed someone sitting on the sofa not far away.
She propped herself halfway up, the thin blanket slipping off her shoulder. Her voice was hoarse from just waking: "What time is it?"
Being asked, Bao Ye shifted his gaze from the tablet, glanced at the time, and replied to her: "Nine-thirty."
Jiang Ruan was curious: "Then why aren't you going to the company?"
At this time, he normally would have already left for the company.
