In the evening, while Qin Qingqing was working in the study, Mo Ziye came to her house again.
Hearing the door, she turned her head to look, meeting his gaze standing at the door. Her eyes flickered with surprise. He left in the afternoon in a less-than-pleasant mood, so why did he come again?
Against the light, his eyes were deep, with a layer of coolness on his handsome features. His good-looking eyebrows knitted slightly, seemingly displeased that she was still sick and treating herself this way.
"Come downstairs for dinner."
After a brief exchange of glances, Mo Ziye stepped toward her.
Qin Qingqing turned to look at the computer; in a few minutes, she'd be finished with the drawing.
Her hands didn't stop, and she said lightly, "I'm not hungry yet. You don't need to worry about me."
"Your drawings are quite good, and the group is short of people. You can start working when you recover in a couple of days."
"I'm not going."
She refused without hesitation.
