Shen Jianian tactfully declined, "I don't have the ingredients and tools for baking at home, it might not be convenient."
"No problem, I have them at my place," Ni Yiqiong persisted. "I'll go get them now."
With that, she left the kitchen. As she passed through the living room, she stole a glance at the man, worried about being caught peeking, but he didn't even look at her.
He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, talking on the phone, with his back to her. One hand held the phone to his ear, the other was in his trouser pocket. His voice was low, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying, but he seemed serious.
Even just a back view was captivating, making her heart race uncontrollably.
Ni Yiqiong took a deep breath, withdrew her gaze, and put on her shoes to leave temporarily.
