"Just once is fine, so I'll head back now!"
Chen Xiaoyi felt warmed by Mu Yichen's concern for her, nodded, and walked out.
After the office door was closed, Zhao Huai finally exhaled, thinking that being a third wheel wasn't easy.
"Yichen, you used to love spending time in the messy place like the kitchen."
Zhao Huai leaned into the sofa, took a breath, and reminded Mu Yichen.
Mu Yichen gave him a mild look: "Well, there's no need to go now, right?"
Zhao Huai somehow felt Mu Yichen's words carried a hint of melancholy.
"Yichen, do you actually have feelings for Chen Xiaoyi? If you don't, why see her every day and let her fuss around your office? If you do, she's obviously put a lot of thought into her pricey purchases; why would you reject them?"
"Reject? Didn't you see the clothes fall to the ground themselves?"
Mu Yichen sneered and retorted.
"You, really?"
