When Wen Ran arrived, Mo Xiuchen had already been waiting outside the company.
Dressed in a shirt and trousers, he looked handsome and noble, yet managed to retain a gentle and elegant demeanor. When Wen Ran saw him standing by the roadside, the sun broke through the clouds at just the right moment; its golden rays highlighted his sculpted features, casting a clear sheen over every inch of his contoured lines. The sight of his smile made her heart flutter repeatedly.
Without needing to be told, Qing Yang stopped the car in front of Mo Xiuchen. He opened the door, bent slightly at the waist, and reached a hand into the car toward Wen Ran, calling her name tenderly, "Ranran."
Wen Ran responded with a gentle smile and placed her hand in his warm, broad palm to step out of the car, "Why are you waiting here?"
