Qin Zhiyou spoke in an indifferent tone: "Qin Zhiyou."
As expected, the door was instantly opened. Then, with a tired face, Liu Yiyi, like a bird returning to its forest, flung herself into his arms in an instant: "Mr. Qin, I thought you had forgotten about me..."
Qin Zhiyou didn't even lift his hand, his expression cold, but his words were still kind: "How could I, didn't I come to see you right now?"
Liu Yiyi felt moved, regretful, and heartbroken all at once. When she was trying to kiss Qin Zhiyou, he abruptly blocked her: "Yiyi, I'm sorry, I still can't…"
Liu Yiyi shed even more tears.
Then, Qin Zhiyou gently pushed her away: "You need to give me some time. I just got back from out of town and have some matters to attend to. You should rest well and not overthink."
Liu Yiyi nodded her head in agreement. She deserved this. She had helped Qin Weijia deal with him before like this Qin Zhiyou.
"Mr. Qin, you just focus on your work; I won't become your burden."
