"They actually said Zuo Wei is mentally unstable. President Zuo really was looking for a good path last night."
There are so many think tanks in the political world.
Sure enough, each one is formidable.
Gu Mochen looked at Jian Ran's angry expression, raised his hand to caress the woman's furrowed brows, and said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'll handle it."
"Mm..."
Although Gu Mochen habitually shields her from storms, Jian Ran still couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.
"You've been holding the child for so long, let me take over, don't wear yourself out."
"He's so small and very light, I'm not worn out."
Having gotten used to holding Tang Bao, holding Little Cubao, in comparison, Little Cubao really isn't heavy.
Jian Ran's lips curved upwards, looking at the little one's innocent, peacefully sleeping face, her heart felt warm.
"Let me hold him."
