"Mixing personal and professional matters?" Leng Siche looked astonished but quickly regained his composure and smiled, "Is it because he likes you?"
Leng Sichen did not answer, which was an affirmation in itself.
Leng Siche heaved a light sigh, "Brother, don't always be so harsh to her. Your face is already intimidating enough! She always seems carefree, as if nothing matters, and she never shows vulnerability, but that doesn't mean she won't get hurt. Just because she likes you does not give you the right to hurt her!"
"Feeling the ache?" Leng Sichen's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes!" Leng Siche admitted without hesitation.
"…" Leng Sichen remained expressionless, but his hands were already clenched into fists.
"Brother, I've never understood why she's so devotedly in love with you, and I still don't," Leng Siche said before leaving the office.
Leng Sichen leaned tiredly against the back of his chair and closed his eyes.
