However, the man could vividly imagine his young wife's flushed, radiant face at this moment. Though her gaze was likely starting to dart around uneasily, she was still doing her utmost to appear calm and composed.
Like a delicate rose, blooming just right, in the depths of his heart.
Gong Yeyan's long, elegant fingers casually held his phone, and a low, yet thoroughly joyful chuckle escaped from deep within his throat.
Yet, thinking about how his young wife would still need to stay in the production crew for at least two months, maybe even longer, Gong Yeyan's smile faded, and his brows furrowed slightly.
The lonely patriarch, upon receiving an invitation to a gathering from his friends, didn't hesitate much before agreeing to go.
Night Villa.
