Gu Qili looked through the crack of the door at him, without any intention of opening it.
"I'm not hungry, and I don't want to eat with you."
As she spoke, she was about to close the door, but Mu Shuoqian extended his arm and grabbed the door.
The domineering force made her somewhat irritable: "If you're just here to eat with me, then you should go back. I don't want to see you right now."
She had been holding back all day, and seeing him only made her angrier. He said yesterday that the girl was just room service, but today she was chasing after him, calling him "Shuoqian Brother," such an intimate title. They obviously knew each other.
Gu Qili didn't deny it; her chest was already burning with jealousy.
"Open the door first." Mu Shuoqian's tone was softer, his voice gentle as he negotiated, "Let's talk inside."
