Mingshu entered the room and saw Si Chu sitting there leisurely and composed, a stark contrast to Fu Mingye's earlier fury.
It was clear at a glance who had come out worse.
Si Chu raised an eyebrow, his face showing not the slightest bit of guilt: "It's his own fault for being so narrow-minded, getting angry over trifles—what does that have to do with me?"
A hint of helplessness flashed in Mingshu's eyes as she walked over and placed the soup she was carrying on the table: "You—" She didn't ask any further, straightened up, and gave him a crooked smile, "Are you done with work? Take a break first."
Si Chu readily stood up, walked around the desk and outside, glancing at Mingshu unintentionally, and said lazily: "Weren't you coming here with that guy just now? How did you run into him?"
Mingshu took it at face value and replied honestly: "He was looking for you, and I happened to be coming over too, so I led him here on my way."
