Feng Yize wanted to say, "I'm not in a hurry."
But as the words reached his lips, something flashed in his mind, and he suddenly squinted his eyes.
He stared at Chu Junming, "Third brother, are you..?"
Chu Junming paused with his fingers on the cup, then removed them after a moment, and stood up to return behind his desk.
"..."
Feng Yize blinked his long, romantic eyes, waited for a while, but didn't hear a response from Chu Junming.
He already had a sense of what was going on.
His brows furrowed.
With his head bowed, he pondered something apologetically.
Behind the desk, Chu Junming put one hand on the desk, and the other grabbed the mouse, noticing Feng Yize was deep in thought.
He smiled lightly, "Don't make wild guesses. There's nothing going on between me and Qingling. If you want things to be natural between you and Qinghuan, then let them be. It's quite good this way."
"Third brother?"
