Han Luoli understood, extended his large hand and took it: "When I meet him, I'll give it to him."
Qin Qingran's affection for Shen Minghan, like his secret visits to Xiao Er and her son over the weekend, was a secret.
It was a gentleman's agreement of mutual secrecy between him and Qin Qingran.
Over the past five years, Qin Qingran occasionally asked him to deliver envelopes to Shen Minghan. He didn't know what was inside or whether Shen Minghan had ever read them, but each time he'd deliver them as agreed.
Qin Qingran smiled gratefully at him.
Han Luoli nodded and quickly left.
He placed Qin Qingran's envelope and Qin Xun's task folder on the passenger seat.
Han Luoli looked at the pitch-black night sky and suddenly breathed out freely.
The once tightly pursed lips spread into a gentle smile as his gaze fell on the passenger seat: Xiao Er, soon, we'll reunite soon.
