Delivery

Bai Pu's agile fingers swiftly replied to the messages. She glanced at him and deliberately didn't deny it, saying, "You guessed right."

Lu Zhaohe didn't react much and took a sip of his cigarette. The smoke curled up, covering most of his expression, and his brows and eyes returned to their usual indifference.

Feeling bored, Bai Pu confirmed that Mu Qingyun was still waiting at the café and quickly ran to the restroom. This time, Lu Zhaohe restrained himself a bit. There was no peculiar mark on his fair neck.

After a quick tidy up, she returned to the office and grabbed her bag. The folders on the floor were separated into two piles—organized and yet to be organized. She still had to continue working on them tomorrow.

When she stood at the office door, she looked back and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Lu Zhaohe squinted his eyes, flicked the cigarette ash with his fingertips, and replied softly, "After I finish this cigarette."