Even in that moment, the seemingly diligent employees were pricking their ears to eavesdrop on their conversation. Who doesn't want to know more about their boss's gossip out of curiosity?
Chu Nantian looked at her retreating figure and said, "An'an, everything I do, I do it for you to come back to me."
"..." She didn't say anything, her back still turned to him.
He spoke again, "An'an, I made one mistake; I was framed. Can't you forgive me?"
"…" She sighed quietly.
"An'an, if you return to my side, I can back down now, otherwise, you will regret it."
At this time, Qiao Xiaon'an slightly turned around. Chu Nantian, who had also risen from the dining table, looked at her with pain in his eyes.
The gaze she cast upon him was indifferent, very indifferent, as if she was just looking at a passerby.
In front of all the employees, she didn't feel it right to lash out, so she restrained the sharpness of before, and her response became somehow polite.
