"But Chen Fei told me he really did fall for Yang Qin, sigh!"
Zhao Huai let out a helpless sigh, then lifted his eyes to look at Mu Yichen. Mu Yichen was lowering his head over the files and ignored him, which made him a bit anxious.
"Say something, will you! At lea—"
Just as Zhao Huai was about to urge Mu Yichen to give his opinion, a ringtone sounded from outside, as if it were right at the door. Zhao Huai's heart gave a hard thump.
Mu Yichen's brows and eyes froze for a beat, then he calmly continued staring at the file in his hand as if nothing had happened.
"I really have a cheap mouth!"
Zhao Huai muttered, then got up from his seat.
As soon as he opened the door, sure enough, Yang Qin was standing there. Only this time, the look she gave him could be summed up as love turned to hate—pure, unfiltered loathing.
"Do you need something?"
Only then did Yang Qin pull back that openly hateful gaze. Hugging the file in her arms, she walked inside.
