Ziyi didn't speak, still gazing at him intently, with her delicate brows slightly furrowed, displaying a look of inquiry.
Pei Yuanchen found it both puzzling and interesting, so he did not urge for a response.
As she studied him, he also looked deeply at her, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his gaze indulgent.
They hadn't seen each other for more than two months.
During these two months, he had completely transformed himself into someone else, occasionally even feeling as if he were truly Ludwig, managing the vast Sorren commercial empire, and was the most dazzling heir of the Sorren Family.
Fortunately, a sweet voice in his heart continually reminded him, keeping him grounded.
He was Pei Yuanchen, not Ludwig.
He was merely Uncle Xiaobao to this woman.
Thinking this, the man's heart softened even more, his Adam's apple involuntarily moved as he held her soft hand in his palm.
"Miss." Ayuan finally could not hold back and broke the silence.
