Qiao Xiaren only glanced over unintentionally, and that brief "eye contact" quickly shifted away. Thinking that Chen Shaochen should have returned, she headed back into the office.
The air seemed to carry his scent, cool and with a hint of mint. Qiao Xiaren wondered if she was really affected by a relationship that ended without a resolution.
Even in such a place, she could think of that person.
A meow sounded, and surprisingly, a cat jumped off the table, almost startling her. Slightly chubby, with squinting eyes, it looked very lazy.
Wasn't there no cat in this office just now? When did it pop out?
The cat jumped to her feet, extended its fluffy paw to scratch her, tilted its head to one side, stubbornly staring at something.
Of course, Qiao Xiaren didn't understand the cat's intention; she bent down to pick it up, but the cat was not compliant and continued staring at the entrance, nearly infuriated by the human in front of it.
