Xian Zihao gently stroked the back of Jiang Ruolan's head with his hand, "When all the business in Beijing is over, I will accompany you go back to G City and meet your mother. After that, I will reward you with a wedding, a promised honeymoon route, and everything else."
Jiang Ruolan hugged his neck tightly and took a deep breath before she released it, taking a small step back. She looked at his face with tears welling up in her eyes as she tilted her head and asked, "Xian Zihao, can I ask the silly question that all women want to ask their husbands? Maybe this is a bit stupid."
Xian Zihao raised his eyebrows and let go of her waist. He turned and placed the painting on the floor. Then, he picked up the press release she was working on and looked through it indifferently. "What do you want to ask?"
Jiang Ruolan hesitated for a while. She then asked in a clear voice, "You ... When did you fall in love with me?"
