But he still let go of her, took two steps back, and maintained some distance.
Mu Yin's heart felt as if it had been tugged, the faint sweetness instantly vanished, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Bo Fengheng didn't notice and looked at the barely touched delicacies and fruits on the table, "Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm okay..." Mu Yin actually had no appetite, and her delicate face looked somewhat dim, lacking its usual radiance.
Bo Fengheng pursed his lips, turned his back to the bead curtain, and reached out to touch her face, his voice gentle and husky, "Not feeling well? Should I have the driver take you back first?"
He actually didn't want her to be here, not at all.
Although she said she didn't mind, her expression had betrayed her.
If the engagement announcement was made later, would she really not mind?
Bo Fengheng felt unsure, so he decided to keep it from her for now.
However, at that moment, the elegant strains of Mozart music began to play outside.
