Gong Ting handed the flowers in his hand to Wei Anning, his lips curved in a smile, exuding a gentle and warm demeanor, "Ning'er, welcome home."
Wei Anning hesitated for a moment, then took the roses, lowered her head to smell them, and deliberately smiled sweetly, "They smell so nice, thank you, Gong Ting."
"Let's go, I'll take you home." Gong Ting removed his hand from his pants pocket, walked to the luggage cart, and took down Wei Anning's luggage. The man was so elegant that even doing something like taking luggage looked extremely handsome.
Wei Anning ignored Leng Youchen, whose handsome face beside her had turned completely dark. Upon returning to London, she knew she should awaken from her dream. She must not cling to what she shouldn't covet, or else it would eventually implicate him.
She smiled and linked her arm around Gong Ting's, playfully scolding, "I already said I could go back by myself, and yet you made a special trip. You're so busy, how can I not feel guilty?"
