Fu Shiyan looked over coldly.
Wen Zishu hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, alright, Qing Yue, just say less, will you? You have important things to do, so just go do them. Didn't you say today that you have a task that's a bit troublesome? Then hurry off to it!"
He desperately made eye signals to Qing Yue.
Hoping that Qing Yue wouldn't cause trouble for himself at this time.
Qing Yue chuckled lightly, slid off the desk, shook the long hair over his shoulder, and gave Fu Shiyan a meaningful look, "Since I'm not welcome here, I might as well leave."
Having said that, Qing Yue blew a kiss to Fu Shiyan and turned to leave.
Fu Shiyan's eyes grew darker.
Wen Zishu couldn't help but shiver and gritted his teeth, muttering, "What's with Qing Yue? Doesn't he know my third brother doesn't like men?"
Duan Jianchuan glanced at him but said nothing.