Mo Rao wanted to come every day, but she was embarrassed to trouble the old lady every day.
She changed her shoes with the snacks and waved at Liu Yun. "Grandma, we'll leave first. Goodbye. Take care of yourself!"
Liu Yun smiled and waved. "Okay, goodbye."
After entering the elevator, Fu Ying took Mo Rao's bag.
Mo Rao was happy to be relieved of the burden. If he wanted to carry it, so be it.
After they went down two floors, many people entered the elevator again and filled the elevator. Mo Rao felt that the space had become much smaller.
Fu Ying looked at Mo Rao's subconscious retreat and reached out his arm to pull her behind him. He turned around and faced Mo Rao, using his body to create a small space for her.
Neither of them spoke, but Mo Rao's heart raced.
She didn't dare to look up. If she did, she would meet those dark eyes.
This posture was too ambiguous and considerate. Mo Rao wasn't used to it.
