Trenton Smith turned his head to look at her.
The clear sunlight streamed in from the outside, and he stood in the sunlight, his features handsome.
Wearing a white shirt and stonewashed jeans, Norris raised her hand to fasten the last button on his shirt.
After doing all this, she took a step back, raised her head to look at him, and then, looking quite satisfied, stepped forward and took his arm, "Let's go."
Trenton Smith chuckled softly, lifted his hand to ruffle her hair, and followed her out the door.
Seeing that they were going out, the bodyguard at the door was surprised, and one picked up the phone and said to Trenton Smith, "I'll call President Swallow first."
"No need," Trenton Smith said indifferently, "I will go see him personally."
The winter in London was always colder than in Tung City.
As soon as Norris stepped out of the hospital, a cold wind made her shiver.
Trenton Smith looked at her coolly and said, "So why go out if you're afraid of the cold?"
