When leaving the company, it was already past nine, and Ou Beichen obediently followed by her side.
Seeing her handle various problems, not making a fuss or causing any trouble, except for being somewhat silent and not talking to others, she didn't seem like someone with a manic disorder.
The little seventh had been protecting her closely, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings. Ever since the incident with Lin Han, things had been extremely tense, fearing that something would go wrong again.
"It's getting cold, Xiao Chen, how about we go for some barbecue?"
Xiao Chen looked at her, with a bit of hesitation on his well-behaved face. Qin Miaomiao grabbed his hand, which was shockingly cold, and then said:
"Forget it, the barbecue place will definitely be crowded, and you'll feel uncomfortable. Let's go home and eat, okay? Little seventh, make the arrangements."
