Hearing Mo Chuxi's words, Yan Xinxin finally withdrew her hand from his arm.
"Lunch break is almost over. I don't want to be late."
She changed the subject and quickly turned around.
"Yan Xinxin."
Mo Chuxi reached out and grabbed Yan Xinxin's slender arm, halting her steps.
Looking at her stubborn back, he thought again about how deeply he had hurt her in the past. His grip slowly loosened.
"Let me take you back."
He let go and headed toward the car.
Now, it was Yan Xinxin's turn to stare strangely at his back.
Was it just an illusion?
Why did it seem like he wanted to say something but held back?
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Mo Chuxi drove Yan Xinxin back to Di Jue. The bouquet of 88 red roses he had gifted her had no choice but to lie quietly in the car.
Lunch break ended just in time.
Yan Xinxin walked into the office and immediately felt the atmosphere around her was different.
