"Mr. Zhou, why are you here?"
Qiao En, startled, stood up, her blazer that was draped over her shoulders fell to the ground.
That blazer belonged to Zhou Jin'an.
Qiao En hastily bent down to pick it up.
Zhou Jin'an had a slight obsession with cleanliness; he disliked his belongings taking on the scent of others.
What applied to him, applied to his possessions too.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you for your blazer."
She offered the blazer to Zhou Jin'an, but he did not take it.
A pair of pitch-black eyes stared intensely at her.
"Do you have to be so formal with me?"
His thin lips parted slightly, and his tall figure cast a shadow that enveloped Qiao En's petite form.
He was cold and distant, maintaining a space from everyone.
Only Qiao En had the privilege to be infinitely close to him.
But now, they were infinitely far apart.
Qiao En chuckled lightly, as if brushing off past memories as trivial.
"Mr. Zhou, your blazer is too expensive for me, I'm not worthy!"
