"We can't waste water," Xu Chaomu withdrew the cup, replying indifferently.
Shen Chi's lips curled into a smile as he watched her move aside, avoiding him as if he were a tiger, afraid he would eat her up.
"Your room is ready, would you let me carry you up, or will you go up by yourself?" asked Shen Chi.
He glanced at his wrist, it was nearly five o'clock, and the sky was about to lighten.
Without any sleep through the night and the emotional strain of the past few days, he felt a bit tired.
But no matter how tired, as long as he saw her, he was content.
"I can go by myself, no need to trouble President Shen," Xu Chaomu curled her lips.
"Speak nicely," Shen Chi reprimanded.
"Isn't it what you said yourself, there's no need to pity our mother and son. So, of course, I wouldn't trouble President Shen. Am I wrong?" Xu Chaomu looked at him with wide, innocent eyes.
In fact, she did feel resentful in her heart.
