However, Lin Zhenxin, who was in Li Yanan's arms, seemed to be stirred by their movements.
She slowly grasped the front of Li Yanan's shirt with her pale hand, her eyes remaining closed, only murmuring softly…
"Yan… Yan… nan…"
He Bainian's face instantly turned ashen, while Li Yanan merely lowered his head to plant a kiss on Lin Zhenxin's still feverish forehead before heading out of the presidential suite…
Li Yanan left with Lin Zhenxin in his arms.
The door remained as it was when Li Yanan left.
Who knows how much time passed when a strong burnt smell started wafting in from the kitchen.
Only then did He Bainian head toward the kitchen.
The rice porridge that had been thickening nicely was now overcooked to the point of drying and burning at the bottom of the pot, the source of the burnt smell.
He turned off the heat and casually tossed the pot into the sink.
His heart felt heavy, the sensation was far from pleasant.
