Once they finished, Wu Yuxuan leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze studying her. "Chen Lin. If you need anything, let me know. We're in this together now."
Chen Lin looked at him, her eyes reflecting something softer—a mixture of gratitude and cautious trust.
"I will," she said softly.
Wu Yuxuan gave a small nod, and for a brief moment, neither of them spoke. The weight of unspoken words lingered in the air before Chen Lin stood up to clear the table.
Wu Yuxuan, however, didn't stay idle.
"I'll do it," he said, his voice quiet yet firm as he took the plates from her hands before she had a chance to pick them up.
Chen Lin paused, surprised by the simple act. "You don't have to—"
"I know," he interrupted, a faint smile on his lips, though his eyes held an unreadable expression. "Let me take care of this."
