Mo Xiuchen tenderly nudged her nose.
Wen Ran glared at him and pouted, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't said those things, would I have felt like crying?"
"Yes, blame me, it's all my fault." Although Mo Xiuchen's words accepted the blame, the smile in his eyes was thick, showing no sign of real remorse.
"Of course, it's your fault." Wen Ran feigned displeasure and glared at him.
Mo Xiuchen laughed heartily and pulled her back into his embrace, "Ranran, the Spring Festival is coming soon. I'll give you your holiday early, starting from tomorrow. You won't have to come to work."
"No."
Wen Ran rejected his suggestion without a second thought.
Mo Xiuchen half-closed his eyes and looked at her, "Why?"
"I want my year-end bonus." Wen Ran smiled mischievously at him, "The closer it gets to the holiday, the busier we are. I'll work until everyone goes on holiday; you can just give me a bigger bonus."
