Yuran had just reached the staircase when Bo Yan scooped her up in a bridal carry, to her alarmed yelp, her arms wrapped around his neck. She glanced anxiously at the direction of the kitchen, "Seventh Brother, what are you doing?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to... hug you."
Yuran: "…Why?"
Her big eyes were full of bewilderment, followed by confusion. Bo Yan smiled against the corner of her lips, "Just because I wanted to…"
Yuran, "Huh?"
When Bo Yan was about to say something else, a series of gentle coughs came from the end of the staircase. Both looked up to see Commander Bo, holding Zhizhi's little hand, his face stern.
"Dad..."
Yuran's response was quick, hurriedly greeting him.
The expression on Commander Bo's face was hard to describe. After a grunt, his gaze fell on Bo Yan, "Put Ranran down now. What's this supposed to look like, doing that at home?"
