"Ah!" Chen Yayan was caught up in the moment, then suddenly pushed away so rudely, feeling both alarmed and wronged, "Jue, what's wrong... did I do something wrong?"
"No, it's nothing to do with you." Yan Sijue showed a few traces of weariness on his face. He took off his suit jacket, tossed it casually onto the coffee table, and lit a cigarette.
Chen Yayan noticed he had something on his mind. Although deeply disappointed, she showed no hint of it on her face. She knew clearly that wisdom and the ability to read situations were her greatest strengths. She must not let him down, and she could not reveal even the slightest emotion she felt for him. She obediently folded his jacket and said, "When you said you're coming, I asked the kitchen to prepare some snacks. Would you like to have some?"
"Go ahead." Yan Sijue dismissed her offhandedly, finding a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table, taking one out, lighting it.
