Gu Mochen: "..."
Indeed, I haven't heard Jian Ran say something like this before.
Gu Mochen raised his large hand and gently patted Jian Ran's back, comforting her emotions, and murmured softly.
"Hmm, these are not your doing, not something you can control."
"Hmm…"
Jian Ran's beautiful eyes dimmed, but she didn't cry bitterly, or… become overwhelmed with tears. She slowly turned her tears into apologies.
She needed to go back and apologize to Jian Anguo sincerely.
"Mochen… let's go home, hmm… tomorrow is the weekend, let's accompany Dad at home with Tang Bao."
"Hmm."
Gu Mochen knew Jian Ran was feeling uneasy inside, so he raised his large hand to comfort her back and smiled softly.
"Tomorrow, I'll cook for Dad myself. Just in time for his upcoming birthday, so we can also start preparing ahead."
Jian Ran: "..."
With everything going on, she almost forgot Jian Anguo's birthday.
