As she closed the diary and pen, Mo Roulan sighed in exhaustion. Sitting on the chair, He Jian raised his head on hearing the sound.
"Are you tired, Lanlan?"
His eyes flashed with worry seeing Mo Roulan's exhausted face.
Mo Roulan composed herself immediately and looked at He Jian with a surprised face. Since the moment she had stepped inside He Jian's office with dairy and pen, he had been calling her Miss Mo.
Mo Roulan had actually felt a little embarrassed on thinking that she was going to tell He Jian not to call her like this. She should have known that he knew all this more than her.
However, a very tiny miny part of her heart really wished that he would call her like that again.
'Lanlan…'
Whether she would accept it or not, she had started to like the way he called her.
Still, Mo Roulan ignored that part of her heart. She frowned on hearing the question and said
"You can call me that now?"
