An Ziqi smiled helplessly as she moved forward, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind.
"What are you busy with?"
"Documents." Xiao Moli replied tersely, which clearly wasn't his usual style.
An Ziqi covered his eyes with her hands. "Have you eaten yet?"
"No." Xiao Moli pursed his lips, a straightforward answer.
He was too upset to have any appetite.
"Oh." An Ziqi responded indifferently, pressing her lips together to hold back her laughter before turning around and heading to the couch at the front.
After waiting a moment without further developments, Xiao Moli quietly lifted his head to look at her.
An Ziqi was casually flipping through a fashion magazine on the table in front of the sofa, as if nothing happened.
Xiao Moli's mood soured even further.
An Ziqi's phone rang, and after a glance, she picked it up.
"Oh, okay, got it."
