Qin Yiren intended to make a joke, but when the words left her mouth, her face turned red with embarrassment.
Bo Jinghang raised his eyebrows in a serious manner, his eyes full of laughter as he looked at her, his voice gentle and affectionate: "I miss you, I think of you all the time."
Qin Yiren burst into laughter, her fair forehead resting on his shoulder, muttering softly: "I miss you too."
Bo Jinghang seemed thoughtful, "No, it must be that I think of you more."
Qin Yiren blinked, looking at him in a daze, pouting to argue: "No way, I don't believe that."
"Isn't it obvious?" Bo Jinghang looked distressed, pretending to sigh seriously: "Otherwise, how could you bear to leave me for work?"
Qin Yiren laughed silently, not expecting him to still be caught up in this, "That's non-negotiable, I'm an adult now, of course, I have to earn money to support myself."
