After breakfast, Mo Weiyi returned upstairs.
While searching for clothes in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom, the door was pushed open again.
Mo Weiyi instinctively turned around.
When she saw the man who looked particularly tall and stern in dark-colored shirt and trousers come in, she asked, "Didn't you go to work?"
He had just taken his coat downstairs moments ago.
Xiao Yebai did not speak; he merely walked over.
Perhaps it was his gaze that was too intense...
And since making up, Mo Weiyi had seen that intense gaze many times...
She quickly averted her gaze and couldn't help but cough lightly, suddenly hesitating with the dress she was holding.
Footsteps quickly approached, and then, the hand holding Mo Weiyi's dress along with her hand was grasped by a well-formed masculine hand, "Let me help you."
"No need!" Mo Weiyi blurted out.
"Oh." Xiao Yebai's voice was low, "You're taking so long to change, I thought you might need my help."
Mo Weiyi pursed her lips.
