Ye Fan's figure paused for a moment. Then, he ignored Chen Yuanxi and walked downstairs firmly.
Downstairs, in the kitchen, Chen Jie had been a little absent-minded. The oil in the pot was already very hot, but she was not in the mood to cook.
Chen Jie had already guessed what Chen Yuanxi's purpose of coming here today was. She was also very clear that Chen Yuanxi had just called Ye Fan upstairs to discuss something.
However, Chen Jie couldn't stop him. She couldn't even take the initiative to talk to Ye Fan.
Chen Jie leaned against the door of the kitchen. Suddenly, she felt a little strange. "What's wrong? Why am I so nervous? Are you worried that Ye Fan will leave? What does it matter if he leaves?"
Chen Jie's heart was in a mess, and she thought about it in a mess.
Until the light footsteps on the stairs sounded.
Chen Jie looked up at the stairs.
Standing on the stairs, Ye Fan also looked at Chen Jie and then smiled gently.