Xiang Wan had always thought that Zuo Xingyun would only show his tender side to her, but at this moment, his gentle gaze made her lack the courage to look him straight in the eye.
She suppressed the sourness rising in her heart, turned around, and left, casually placing the desserts and coffee she had brought on top of the trash bin in the corner.
She didn't know that after she left, the softness on Zuo Xingyun's face vanished instantly, and he coldly threw the valuable pen in his hand onto the desk.
The woman beside him was at a loss, as he had just been gently telling her that her hair was disheveled and had reached out to fix it for her. Why did he suddenly...
"Is there anything else?"
Zuo Xingyun spoke indifferently.
The woman hurriedly straightened up: "No... I'll leave first then."
