Gu Yilin placed the documents on his desk and walked over to pick up Youyou. “Okay, Daddy will go downstairs with you. Mommy’s cake will definitely be delicious.”
“Of course.”Youyou snorted proudly.
The Secretary secretly looked up at Gu Yilin. Today, Gu Yilin was wearing a white shirt with a round collar and a thin gray sweater. It was the clothes of a man in his thirties, and the years had restrained all the sharpness, on the contrary, it had the elegance of a mature man.
Other than the hostility from the documents, he had already controlled his emotions very well. He looked like a gentle and good father, a soft and good husband.
“Mommy, Daddy is here.”
Youyou called out happily.
“He’s here.”
