"I worked late at the office, and knowing you don't like eating much at night, I brought some signature dishes from Anran Restaurant."
As she spoke, Song Sixuan's face betrayed her disappointment, and her tone fell along with it.
"Yanbai, you wouldn't mind me coming over, would you?"
This was her way of advancing by retreating.
Yu Chiyin saw through Song Sixuan's little trick and had no intention of indulging her. His lips curled faintly as he replied indifferently:
"It's late. You should head back early."
With that, his slender fingers grasped the doorknob, and he turned to close the door.
He wouldn't even give her the courtesy of escorting her out.
Song Sixuan was nearly choked with anger, and somehow, driven by a sudden surge of courage, she stepped forward to block his attempt to close the door.
Taking advantage of his pause, Song Sixuan bent over, carrying the food, and slipped past him through the gap under his arm.
