Watching him so earnestly buying baby supplies, she wanted to speak several times, but ultimately swallowed her words helplessly.
After a whole night of fussing, Xun Nuo was too exhausted to talk to him anymore.
She reached out to push his hand away, turned over to face away from him, "Sleep, I'm tired."
...
The next day.
Jinjue Group, President's Office.
Huo Jingting buried himself at the desk, handling a contract.
When reviewing the last page, the office phone at the corner of the desk suddenly rang.
He looked up, vaguely recognizing the number, if he remembered correctly, it was Xiao Zhan's.
Huo Jingting put down the pen in his hand, picked up the receiver, and the voice from the other side didn't surprise him.
"Young Master Huo, the batch of goods at Changlong Wharf has already been shipped out. I'm calling to thank you."
