"Yes, Grandfather." Tang Rongling helped Beiming Lingyun leave the seat.
"I should go too. I have a lot of things to deal with in the President's residence." Beiming Yu, not wanting to be around his father for any longer, also rose to go.
"Yuer, be careful on the road," Rong Pinyan cautioned her son, worry lacing her words.
"I know." Beiming Yu's voice softened as he spoke to his mother.
"Let's go." Observing Gu Qingxin had finished eating, Beiming Han took her hand.
"You haven't eaten yet," Gu Qingxin said softly.
"I want to eat noodles made by you," Beiming Han replied, holding her hand tighter.
"Alright, I'll make it for you when we're back," Gu Qingxin said, giving him a sweet look.
Gu Qingxin thought, this is the love she wants - not one-sided, but mutual warmth. He dotes on her, and she takes care of him.
Upon seeing the couple's sweet countenance, Long Xuxu looked as if she had been shocked, and her hand trembled slightly on her chopsticks.
