Chapitre 222: It Doesn't Matter If It's a Misunderstanding

Yan Rusheng took a few puffs before he suddenly recalled Wen Xuxu's advice earlier.

'You shouldn't smoke so much.'

'For the sake of having a healthy child, I suppose President Yan should be able to make this tiny sacrifice?'

On a whim, he threw the cigarette into the trash can and even trashed the cigarette case as well.

He really couldn't focus on his work and decided he was done for the day. He stood up and left the study.

Yan Rusheng twisted the doorknob and pushed the door quietly.

Xuxu was sitting at the balcony drinking milk.

She seemed to be deep in thought and didn't even notice that he was standing behind her for some time.

It's so late in the night—is she thinking of Jiang Zhuoheng?

Young Master Yan's expression turned cold, and he bent down. The next second, he was lifting Xuxu off the chair and carrying her in his arms. He went straight for their bed.