After that day, the two of them were awkward for several days.
Pei Muchan was already unwell, so she simply decided to feign death with her thermos in hand. And since she couldn't stand the cold, the air conditioning couldn't be turned on in the upstairs office.
So, Xu Qingyan simply holed up in the composition studio.
It was as if their relationship had regressed, even worse than before. In reality, it's just a shallow layer on the surface; desires are lurking in the shadows, and the things tacitly agreed upon are the real benefits.
Now, at least Xu Qingyan was aware of the weight of Pei Muchan's conscience.
As the old saying goes, "Three thousand favors are not worth four ounces at your chest," and if it's more than four ounces, it's a knockout blow. Xu Qingyan's XP was doomed from the start; he only had a soft spot for people with a conscience.
