Jing Moyan paused for a moment as he opened the car door for her.
His gaze carried a certain depth as he looked at her and nodded, "Hmm."
Tao Yuhao walked over, standing in front of him with a cheerful smile: "I need to eat a lot every meal."
Jing Moyan was really tall, and as he looked down at the girl with twinkling almond eyes, the corners of his sensual lips curled up: "Can I not afford it?"
"You can, you can afford it." Tao Yuhao laughed happily, her smile particularly infectious.
As she bent down to climb into the car, the man couldn't help but use his hand to protect her head from bumping against the car, gently rubbing the top of her head.
Tao Yuhao's body stiffened slightly, but it was just for half a second.
After she got in, Jing Moyan also got into the car.
His driver was gone, now it was him driving.
Tao Yuhao sat in the passenger seat, surrounded by his unique scent.
