"I'll go." Xi Murong clenched his teeth so hard they ached.
What status did Lin Yan have, that she dared to order him around? Who gave her the confidence?
"Why are you making things difficult for her?" Lu Chenyuan said, although without a tone of reproach.
"Feeling sorry for her?" Lin Yan asked lightly.
"No, why would I feel sorry for her?"
No sooner had Lu Chenyuan finished speaking than Xi Murong came in carrying coffee, hearing his words without missing a beat.
The hand holding the coffee trembled slightly, nearly not secure enough to avoid shattering.
Lu Chenyuan's words wrapped Xi Murong in a chill; after so many years of loyal service by his side, Lu Chenyuan had never shown her the slightest bit of unnecessary tenderness.
"Mr. Lu, call me if you have any orders." Xi Murong, suppressing the grievance in her heart, left feeling downcast.
Lu Chenyuan didn't respond, and after Xi Murong left, Lin Yan pushed the coffee cup toward Lu Chenyuan without intending to drink it.