In another office.
On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there was a cup of coffee. Chu Junming, leaning back on the sofa, had a faint laziness between his brows.
He allowed Feng Yize on the opposite sofa to scrutinize him.
His gaze landed on the coffee cup in his hand, watching him stir and stir, yet not drink.
"If you're not going to drink it, just put it down."
Finally, Chu Junming, with a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder, suggested.
Feng Yize's endless stirring made him uncomfortable.
"Okay."
Putting down the coffee cup, Feng Yize said thoughtfully, "Third Brother, does this mean you don't like Bai Qingling?"
As soon as Feng Yize entered the office, he interrogated Chu Junming, asking if he liked Bai Qingling and if they were finally getting a Third Sister-in-law.
...
"Do you think I'm like you, falling for someone so easily?"
"..."
Feng Yize's mouth twitched.
Isn't falling in love a matter of a second?
