"Hmm." Lu Yan opened the car door and got in, pulling the seatbelt with one hand and buckling it.
This little girl was entrusted to him, so he should slowly guide her to correct any improper views she might have.
If that's the case, he needs to closely engage in various aspects of her life.
Hearing this, Song Nuan was thrilled, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with a playful smile: "Alright, I'm home now, you should come over."
Back when she went to art classes, she always saw other parents picking up their kids, or couples being lovey-dovey after class.
But she only had a driver.
Lu Yan couldn't help but smile at her lively voice and asked softly, "So happy, huh?"
His tone became a bit gentler.
"Yes." Song Nuan: "I'm happy, I'll wait for you, okay."
...
Lu Yan soon arrived home.
By this time, Song Nuan had already changed her clothes, with her hair flowing softly below her shoulders, making her look particularly well-behaved.
