Li Yuntang shook his head with a wry smile, waved his hand to signal the bodyguards to disperse the uninvited onlookers, and once again held her soft, boneless hand in his palm.
This time, Yan Xiaye didn't refuse.
After packing the seven or eight gifts to give Little Yunduo, the two took the elevator to the Western restaurant that Yan Jiu had reserved.
Considering Yan Xiaye's preferences, this restaurant prioritized a family atmosphere, with warm colors everywhere. Many children were running around enthusiastically, giving people a comfortable impression of peaceful times.
Compared to those upscale restaurants where entry is restricted, this down-to-earth type better suited Yan Xiaye's needs.
Watching the energetic children, she naturally thought of Little Yunduo, whom she hadn't seen in a while, and sat listlessly by the window.