Ming Yao hadn't had the chance to say anything when the man leaning on the hood of the car turned to look at her.
His slender, black eyes were like two whirlpools, threatening to draw her deeply in.
Little Orange blinked her glassy, big eyes, "Daddy, Mommy wants you to go to the supermarket with us."
Ming Yao was speechless.
When had she agreed to that?
Gu Siting hummed lowly and strode toward the mother and daughter.
Ming Yao looked at his handsome face with its distinct angles and corners, her mouth twitching, "You plan to go like this?"
After all, he was the President, and his face was quite recognizable.
Gu Siting's thin lips curved slightly, "Wait a moment."
He took a baseball cap and a face mask from the car.
Even with his face covered, the cool, noble aura about him was undeniable.
Especially with his tall stature and long legs, a typical model's golden ratio body.
