After handing over the document to Jun Mochan, he left.
"Why are you staring at my assistant?" Jun Mochan forcibly turned Ye Ranran's face towards himself. "I'm your husband. If you're going to look, you should be looking at me."
Shouldn't her gaze be for the right person? She doesn't know that?
"What jealousy? I was just wondering why you always pick this type of assistant." Could it be that he has a special preference for this type?
"What type?" Jun Mochan was looking down at the document, not really paying attention to Ye Ranran's question.
"It's always the stoic and reticent type. Last time it was Ah Chuan, and this time it's the same," She accused, implying that he must favor that type.
His heart had probably leaned that way long ago, but he would never admit it.
Men.
Jun Mochan tapped her head lightly with the document. "Our son is still in your belly. Don't always think nonsense, he might learn bad habits."
