Qiao Ling was startled and then stepped forward to touch his tie, saying, "Let me re-tie that for you, so you won't get laughed at in the company like this."
But before she could even touch the tie, Wei Chengfeng made a dodging movement.
"No need, just leave it like this."
Although his tone was still gentle, such a refusal still planted a knot in Qiao Ling's heart.
He refused her?
All her life, no matter how unreasonable her requests were, he had never once turned her down. Even when they were on their honeymoon, she called him in the middle of the night, and he rushed back without a second word.
But this time? It was just a tie, yet he cared so much about it...
Qiao Ling pursed her lips and then said, "Then wait for me a moment, I'll go pour out the soup."
After she poured out the thermos and handed it back to Wei Chengfeng, "You looked anxious, so I didn't wash the flask. I just smelled the soup, and it was very fragrant. Thank her for me."