Upon reaching the private dining room for the meal, Ye Ranran invited him to sit down, but One declined.
Knowing his stubborn temperament, Ye Ranran didn't press the matter. Throughout the meal, she tenderly looked after Song Ze, a thoughtfulness that made the three people across from them cast frequent sideways glances.
Halfway through the meal, Jun Mochan arrived. His suit was casually draped over his arm, his figure tall and graceful, his face picturesque. Under the warm glow of the yellow lights, his brows seemed even more gentle.
"Why are you so early?" Ye Ranran asked as she peeled shrimp.
"I'm worried about you, and besides, I don't have anything urgent right now." Actually, the most important reason was probably that he couldn't stop worrying about her.
Ye Ranran knew what he meant but chose not to call him out on it.
"Still experiencing morning sickness?" Jun Mochan asked, looking at the shrimp in her hand; his gaze flickered a few times.
