That being said, Zhao Yikun always felt guilty.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of this favor myself, no need to worry unnecessarily."
Mu Xi nodded to show she understood, then switched the topic to their collaborative project.
In the evening, after putting Ya Ya to sleep, Mu Xi went to the bar, poured a small glass of wine, took a sip, and then opened her social media circle.
Yang Sheng's social media status was still from a few days ago; recently, there had been little activity.
Mu Xi didn't want to assume too much, but her heart indeed leaped at Zhao Yikun's speculations.
She glanced at the time, almost ten-thirty, which was prime time for nightlife for most young people.
But for someone as successful as Yang Sheng, he might still be working overtime or perhaps entertaining clients with dinner and drinks.
Mu Xi felt that just being a neighbor wasn't enough of a reason to disturb someone at such a personal time.
