Mu Chuyang stood up and greeted Yan Yirou before leaving, "Rourou, I'm leaving."
"Get lost."
"Actually, I know you don't want me to go, but there is something at the company, and I really have to leave. I'll keep you company another day," continued Mu Chuyang, not missing a beat.
Yan Yirou didn't say a word and picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the table and threw it at him.
"I'm so touched, thank you, Rourou," Mu Chuyang caught the apple thrown at him flawlessly, holding it with a smug look on his face as he left.
Yan Yirou was so irritated, how could this man's skin be so thick?
"Yirou, since when have you become so close to Chuyang?" Now, Su Wanxia was curious.
"Who's close to him? Not at all," Yan Yirou pouted.
"Oh, 'born' close," said Su Wanxia offhandedly.
"Wanxia----"
"Haha."
The three of them chatted and laughed, and the morning passed by in a blink of an eye.
After lunch, Su Wanxia said she would go back with them.