When she returned home, a certain someone had been waiting for a long time.
When Su Cha saw him, he was sitting alone. His handsome face was cold and tense. It was obvious that he was gloomy.
Everyone knew that he was in a bad mood.
No one dared to provoke him when he was in a bad mood. At this time, no one was waiting around.
Seeing that Su Cha had returned, he raised his head. His tense expression gradually eased.
"Didn't I tell you I'll come straight back after the talk?"
She walked over and sat next to him. Holding his forehead, she lifted Bo Muyi's face. This joking action did not disgust him. He looked at Su Cha with bright eyes and said in a clear and hoarse voice, "I just don't want you to meet another man."
"I interact with other male celebrities every day when I'm with a production crew."
Bo Muyi frowned. "That's different!"
The nature of work and private contact could not be compared.
