Long Chengyu's eyes were dim, and he silently watched her, seeing her knitted brows, he too turned away and walked into the room. His deep voice carried over to her—
"I knocked and didn't hear a response, so I didn't disturb you."
Shu Yimo was silent for a moment, then followed him with light footsteps.
Long Chengyu casually poured her a glass of water before taking a seat on the nearby sofa. Shu Yimo stopped beside him as well.
"Did you hear everything?"
With annoyance, Shu Yimo rubbed her brow, held the warm cup in one hand, and slowly sat down.
"Most of it."
Long Chengyu answered frankly.
With a sense of resignation, Shu Yimo leaned back against the sofa, drank half a glass of water, and then spoke, "Then do you have anything to say to me?"
As she asked this, Shu Yimo naturally did not look at him, her eyes lowered and her expression indifferent as she gazed at the cup in her hands.
