Tang Yan halted his steps, turned around to look at Jin Mo, and his eyes brimmed with a hint of tender emotion. He bent over, lifted Jin Mo by her waist, gently held her in his embrace, and looked down at her with a faint smile.
That smile nearly melted Jin Mo's heart, and she even froze, losing control of her expressions, her eyes filled with astonishment.
Tang Yan rarely smiled, so his sudden smile was truly disarming.
Jin Mo responded with a smile of her own, and as their eyes met with laughter, it seemed as if something was passing between them.
In Tang Yan's private garage stood a line of cars, many coated in dust. Despite that, Tang Yan still chose the Bentley he usually drove, and had Jin Mo sit in the passenger seat.
"With so many cars, why do you only drive this one?" Jin Mo asked curiously.
Tang Yan let out a light laugh and said, "With so many women, don't I only like you?"
