Zhao Huai received her call and came downstairs to meet her, noticing the large bag in her hand: "What's going on? Did Qin Mu ask you to deliver this?"
"Yes!"
Xiaomei nodded; it was indeed the case, but Zhao Huai's scrutiny made her feel guilty.
"Then let's go!"
Zhao Huai had just been in a meeting with colleagues, almost got into a fight, and dashed out as soon as Xiaomei mentioned she was downstairs.
So Xiaomei looked at Zhao Huai's displeased expression and thought he didn't want her to come.
"Did you not want me to come?"
Xiaomei asked him as she followed behind him.
"Why would you think that?"
Zhao Huai glanced at her but was about to hold her hand when Xiaomei first clung to his arm.
Zhao Huai instinctively lowered his head to look at where they were connected, finding Xiaomei's sudden action confusing, so he curiously looked at her.
Xiaomei didn't speak, carrying the box in one hand and holding him with the other, blushing as she walked by his side.
