Wrong, what wrong?
Mu Yan looked at Zhuang Yi's remorseful expression, momentarily unsure of what to say.
To be honest, he hadn't wronged her.
If blame must be put, it was her fault for having too many expectations from the start, not positioning herself correctly.
Soon, Jiang Jingheng came down, and the three walked back to the villa together, silent all the way, each of them seemingly preoccupied.
Not long after returning, Zhuang Yi was dragging his luggage down the stairs.
Mu Yan looked at him in surprise, "Are you going back?"
"Just received a call from the army, there's a special assignment for me to carry out, so I must rush back to Beijing now." Zhuang Yi smiled, "Looks like I won't have the chance to stay at your place any longer."
"Oh."
Zhuang Yi glanced at her, a flash of disappointment in his eyes, quickly concealed.
He walked over to Jiang Jingheng, patted his shoulder, and said: "Take Nuannuan to Beijing to visit sometime."
