If he asked why she was avoiding him, she truly didn’t know what reason to give.
She really wasn’t good at lying in front of him.
Leng Zimo’s gaze swept over her thin shirt, "Wait a minute."
He turned and walked to the table, taking a women’s jacket from a paper bag by the table and cutting off the tag with the scissors on her desk.
"I tore your clothes yesterday, consider this as compensation!" Leng Zimo unfolded the jacket, "Arm."
She obediently extended her hand and put her arm into the sleeve. Leng Zimo helped her pull the jacket tight and fastened the buttons.
"Wait here for me, I’ll go get some food."
"Where’s your suit?" Noticing he was only wearing a shirt, Luo Xiaoqian asked puzzledly.
"I threw it away."
Threw it away?!
Luo Xiaoqian looked exasperated.
He just hugged her briefly, surely he wouldn’t get pollen on him, there’s no need to be so cautious?!
"You don’t need to go buy anything, I already ate."
Luo Xiaoqian quietly lied.
It was just after the Qingming Festival, and the spring nights in Beijing were still very chilly. He would catch a cold with just a shirt on.
"But I haven’t eaten." Leng Zimo stood up, naturally patted her little head, "Wait here, and if you feel unwell, call me."
Standing up, he turned and walked out the door.
Listening to him walk out of the office, Luo Xiaoqian immediately pressed her hands to the sofa and dragged her still stifled chest body to the floor-to-ceiling window.
There was no mirror in the office, but the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window could reflect a person’s image.


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