"Axuan, you're done washing."
Yu Chiyin put down the magazine, his deep gaze lingered slightly on her.
His actions, coupled with his words, made a simple sentence laden with deeper meaning.
You're done washing.
What kind of familiar wolfish words are these?
Lu Fengxuan felt her ears heat up, and she glared at him in feigned anger, saying irritably, "If you have something to say, just say it."
"It's nothing important, I just heard you're going back to Ling City. I might not have the chance to see you off as I'm busy stabilizing the Yu Family's situation. I have time today, so I'm here to bid you farewell. Do you have time to have a meal together?" Yu Chiyin stated his purpose.
Lu Fengxuan listened to his calm tone, her heart sinking slightly, and her expression faded several degrees.
"I just ate, not hungry. President Yu, if you want company for a meal, you should look for someone else."
