Gu Xiaoer quickly pretended to be dead, burying her little head once again into the man's chest.
Deeply, deeply, she buried it in.
Han Luoli looked amusedly at the little figure in his arms, his lips perpetually curling with a gentle warmth. Holding her, he walked out of the alley, passing by Ling Siyao without a moment's pause.
The honored Mr. President at that moment shed his aura and identity, staring blankly at the disappearing figure of the man holding the woman and a child, lost in thought.
So she was his woman...
Ling Siyao clenched his somewhat numb fists, a bitter discomfort gripping his heart.
The little spitfire in his eyes actually had such a little woman side to her.
She could act coy, be submissive, whine, cry, shout in pain, and even complain pitifully...
So many emotions she had!
But all these emotions were just for that man.
