Wen Moshen examined the man who arrived calmly after the kid. He had a compelling presence, and it was impossible to ignore him.
"What's up, Brother Moshen?" Lin Nuan asked aloud as she was holding Tuan Tuan in her arms.
Wen Moshen examined Fu Huai'an intently, his thin and handsome face appearing hard to read.
Those days, Wen Moshen had undergone an intense inner struggle. He was depressed, and his whole temperament had been stained with a layer of decadence.
Compared with the exhausted Wen Moshen, Fu Huai'an appeared to be fine and held together.
Tuan Tuan grabbed Lin Nuan's neck and cupped his little chubby fingers around her ears, whispering in a low voice, "The trunk is filled with… flowers! Tuan Tuan is going to send you one!"
Lin Nuan was holding Tuan Tuan in one hand, and the rose he gave her in the other. She looked visibly flattered.
Which women didn't like flowers given by her pursuer?