"An Ruo, are you okay?" Mo Hua called to her softly.
She snapped back to reality, managing a faint smile, "I’m fine. Mo Hua, thank you for telling all this. I suppose the truth is just that. He really intends to separate from the child forever..."
Tang Yuchen, how could you do such a thing!
An Ruo’s heart ached. She couldn’t clearly articulate why she was so distressed.
Mo Hua pursed his lips and remained silent. He could feel her emotions but didn’t know how to comfort her, so he chose to stay quiet.
After a while, he asked her, "Do you want to know where Kangkang is right now?"
"Huh?" An Ruo looked at him in surprise.
"If you want to know, I have a way to find out for you."
"Really?" She asked excitedly, "Do you seriously have a way?"
Mo Hua nodded affirmatively, "Yes, as long as you want to know, I can find a way."
An Ruo thought for a mont, then nodded earnestly, "I want to know."
"Alright, I’ll figure it out for you."
Seeing his confident manner, An Ruo felt reassured, and just then, her phone rang.
It was An Ji calling, and she quickly answered, "Hello, Xiao Ji, what do you need for?"
An Ji called to ask her to co ho, saying he was ill and wanted her to buy so cold dicine on her way back.
She inquired if it was serious, to which he replied it wasn’t serious, just so dicine would do.
An Ruo told him to wait at ho for a while, she would be back soon.
After hanging up the phone, she said to Mo Hua, "We can’t go out to eat today. Xiao Ji says he has a cold. Co to my place; I’ll cook for you."
"He’s sick?"
"Yes, he says he has a bit of a cold. It’s the change of seasons now, both Kangkang and Xiao Ji have caught colds. You take good care of yourself too, don’t fall ill like them," she advised him with concern.
Mo Hua smiled and nodded, "I know, you take care of yourself as well."
After purchasing the dicine, he drove to her place and then followed her upstairs. An Ji’s cold wasn’t severe; he took the dicine, and An Ruo went to the kitchen to cook.
Mo Hua did not idle either, helping her cook. After they had eaten, and it was quite late, Mo Hua stayed only a short while before leaving.
The next day, he went to An Ruo’s studio to find her and spent quite so ti in her office before departing.
An Ruo escorted him to the door and waved goodbye. As he left and she turned around, she was suddenly t with Wen Jing’s inquisitive, gossip-laden expression.
"Sister An, don’t you want to explain what you two were up to in there?" she asked, smirkingly and teasingly.
An Ruo knew she had misunderstood and responded rhetorically, "What do you think we were doing?"
"Haha, I think, well, you weren’t doing that, that, were you?" she implied, winking knowingly with a don’t-try-to-hide-it look on her face.
An Ruo raised her index finger and gently tapped it on Wen Jing’s head, "Focus on your work instead of letting your mind wander."
"But you two are a couple now, aren’t you?" Wen Jing was slightly indignant. An Ruo laughed it off and didn’t bother to explain; she just headed towards her office.
Encouraged by An Ruo’s good-natured tolerance, Wen Jing boldly asked from behind, "Sister An, regarding the president of TLA Company last ti, what’s your relationship with him? Heh heh, I actually suspect you two have so history."
An Ruo looked back, her eyes narrowing into a gentle smile, "Want to know? Well, I’m not going to tell you."
Wen Jing was dumbfounded. Sister An could actually play tough too!
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