Shu Qiqi couldn't admit that she hadn't shared a room with Leng Yichen—should word get to the old lady, the consequences would be unpredictable.
Moreover, she didn't believe that Leng Yichen would remain indifferent to this matter.
Before she made a decision, she couldn't let Leng Yize dictate her life.
"Pack up and leave work, I'll treat you to dinner."
Leng Yize didn't explain himself, and reached out to grab her bag.
Before he could touch it, Shu Qiqi grabbed it first: "No need, I still have work that isn't finished. You go ahead, big brother."
"So heartless? Fine, you go ahead with your work, I'll wait for you to get off."
Leng Yize walked to one side and found a place to sit down.
Seeing the man's actions, Shu Qiqi couldn't say much more. If he wanted to wait, then just let him wait. She turned her head and continued working.
Unknowingly, the sky had already darkened, and Shu Qiqi had finally finished another painting.