Much later.
Jing Moyan looked up and saw the infatuated expression on Tao Yuhao's face, raising his eyebrows slightly.
He closed the document, his deep black eyes flickering with starlight as he gazed at her.
"Have you seen enough?" He looked at her for a long while before speaking slowly, his voice warm like a spring breeze.
Tao Yuhao's thoughts were pulled back by his pleasant voice, and she snapped back to reality.
She uttered an "ah," then straightened her back and foolishly smiled at him: "Not enough yet."
"Want to continue?"
"No, no." The girl waved her hand hurriedly, complimenting him: "You're so good-looking, I got captivated for a moment, but there's no rush. I can take my time later."
Jing Moyan raised his wrist to look at the low-key yet expensive limited edition watch he wore: "Sitting here for so long, aren't you bored?"
Tao Yuhao shook her head: "Not bored."
"Where do you want to go to have fun?" Jing Moyan got up.
"I want to go back to accompany my mom."
