Mo Xiuchen returned home just a few minutes after Wen Ran had arrived.
On her way back, she had stopped at a shopping mall for some things and was delayed for about fifteen minutes. Hence, when Mo Xiuchen came home, she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought.
"Ranran, what are you thinking about?"
Mo Xiuchen's tall figure sat down next to her, and with a long stretch of his arm, he drew her into his embrace.
Wen Ran looked up to meet his concerned gaze, subconsciously sniffing, and asked with a slight smile, "Is your surprise not ready yet?"
Mo Xiuchen's deep eyes twinkled with mirth as he leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, saying with a smile, "Almost."
—Tomorrow!
"What was it you said on the phone just now that you had to deal with?" Mo Xiuchen changed the subject, asking with concern.
