"Don't come out."
"Eh eh? Is there really a ghost?!"
"Click..."
Yan Huan didn't answer Yuanlina's question and shut the door firmly.
Then he walked towards Sakuragi Hitomi, who was parked by the roadside.
"Uh..."
Realizing she had been discovered, Sakuragi Hitomi bashfully covered her face,
"Pres... President, let me explain..."
"..."
Yan Huan sighed and came to the wall, gently put his hands on both sides of her shoulders, letting her rest against his chest.
Then he lowered his head, looking at the petite daughter in his arms who was still out of breath and resting her face against his chest, his gaze darkened slightly, and he asked softly,
"What's wrong, Hitomi?"
Sakuragi Hitomi didn't speak, she just looked up at Yan Huan.
Staring at his face, she pouted and whispered,
"Last night An Le definitely went to see the President again, right?"
"...Speaking of, how did you recognize it, Hitomi?"
Yan Huan poked Sakuragi Hitomi's face, quite curious.
