Mu Qingran's tone was gentle, yet between the lines, disdain was hidden.
Jiayi's shapely eyebrows rose, "Just now, from what I saw of Mr. Huo and Supervisor Mu's interaction, it didn't quite seem like that of an engaged couple. Are you sure your relationship as fiancees still exists?"
Mu Qingran's face tightened, not expecting to be outmaneuvered by her.
Jiayi couldn't be bothered to talk more with her, picked up her coffee, stood up, and walked out of the break room.
Mu Qingran's eyes darkened, and without any more hesitation, she called out to her, "Miss Luo, my words might have made you uncomfortable, but I just want you to know that Zhenyang and I had a good relationship before, and I hope you will back off and return him to me!"
Jiayi turned her head, Mu Qingran's lashes were wet with a few tears, and her slim, delicate figure was also trembling slightly, seemingly very agitated.
"If he belongs to you, do I need to return him?"
