C1940 The Touched Zhou Haoqin

While Gu Tingshen was focused on the computer, Nian Ci had unknowingly put down the cartoon in her hand and quietly walked to the side of the sofa.

She was lying on the armrest of the sofa, her short hands dragging her soft little face. She did not know when Gu Tingshen would stop to rest for a while.

"Nian Ci?"

Gu Tingshen, who had just rejected a comprehensive proposal