Shen Xi was tempted to slam the door in Su Muyan's face the moment she laid eyes on him. Oh, if only she could swat him like a fly. Without saying a word, Shen Xi stared at him.
Standing before the masked young man, Su Muyan caringly asked with a warm smile, "Why weren't you at the cafeteria tonight? Are you unwell?"
Shen Xi's voice was cold. "No."
"It's great that you're not." Unfazed by Mr. Xixi's distant attitude, Su Muyan still appeared concerned as he handed Mr. Xixi a gift basket. "These are some desserts made by my mom. Fresh from the oven. Have a taste, Mr. Xixi."
"That's okay. Thank you." Shen Xi then shut the door with a wham.
Su Muyan was going to ask to enter but was taken back by the abrupt door slam. The door would have hit his face if his reflex was a tad bit slow.
