"Mm." Qiao Dongyang looked deeply at her, "Don't be stubborn."
"I don't want to listen. I've already decided."
"I mean..." Qiao Dongyang sighed, "Eat well, take good care of yourself, and don't let my woman lose weight."
Chi Yue's eyes widened suddenly as he lifted the corners of his lips. He didn't explain, but his demeanor was relaxed, and his deep eyes seemed to have stars wandering in them—bright and profound. Many things that couldn't be said in front of others were flowing between their gazes.
"Go back." Qiao Dongyang glanced at the supervisor who looked troubled, "I need to leave as well."
He turned and walked away quickly, his rapid footsteps followed by two supervisors, flanking him on either side as they led him away. The sight of this caused Chi Yue's heart, which had been calm for a long time, to suddenly start racing—as if a string inside her had snapped.
She couldn't help herself and called out, "Qiao Dongyang, I'll wait for you."
