Hearing Murong Qiao's words, Huo Yichen's face softened and was no longer as dark as before.
He had lost his rationality because of Murong Qiao's anxious tone just now, so he naturally understood the logic behind it now that he cooled down.
"So that we can meet more often in the future?" Murong Qiao stretched out his hand like a pinky swear.
It was clearly a serious situation, but Huo Yichen's eyes were filled with indulgence when he saw her anxiousness and decided to make an agreement with her.
His voice was low, and just one word was reassuring.
"Okay."
Thinking that her Big Brothers might be on the way, Huo Yichen, who had promised Murong Qiao that he would leave, stood up immediately.
He didn't have much to bring with him. He only needed to gather the materials on the table and put them away. His actions were clean and pleasing to the eye, making Murong Qiao look back and forth between him and the door.
