"Get back to work!"
Mo Xiuchen didn't turn his head, his tone was low and filled with a hint of annoyance at being disturbed. A flicker of hurt flashed in Cheng Jia's eyes. She walked to the door, didn't greet Wen Ran, and directly left the office.
"Ranran, come in!"
Mo Xiuchen closed the door and after hesitating for a moment, he still grabbed Wen Ran's hand.
When his big hand enveloped her smaller one, her body froze, as did her hand.
Mo Xiuchen pretended not to notice and pulled her towards the sofa.
"Ranran, what do you want to drink? Milk, or floral tea?"
Even on the days when she wasn't present, he still had someone prepare milk for her every day. It had become a habit.
"You don't have to fuss over me. I don't want to drink anything."
The politeness in Wen Ran's voice caused Mo Xiuchen's gaze to dim slightly. He pursed his lips and sat down next to her. Suppressing his disappointment, he tenderly asked, "Did Qing Yang and Qing Feng bring you here?"
