Inside the Western restaurant.
Nangong Zhongli was cutting her steak with graceful movements while suppressing the excitement and faint unease in her heart.
She couldn't help asking, "Have you been at the company all morning today?"
Shaochen paused slightly at her words.
The next second, he looked up and met Nangong Zhongli's gaze.
"No..."
"..."
"I went to take Qi Yue to the airport this morning."
Nangong Zhongli's whole body trembled slightly.
But she forced herself to stay calm and said, "Really… She… she's leaving? Why did you send her yourself?"
"Yeah." Shaochen put down his knife and fork, picked up a napkin, and dabbed at his mouth with elegant movements.
His gaze, calm and unreadable, rested on Nangong Zhongli.
Meeting his complicated, obscure gaze, Nangong Zhongli grew even more nervous.
"Qi Yue came to see me yesterday."
Nangong Zhongli's hands tightened slightly around the knife and fork.
She held her breath.
