Mu Shaoze walked in and saw He Xiyue sitting on the sofa, her face pale, wiping away tears.
He glanced at the already broken plaster and looked toward Sister Zhou, "I hired you to take care of her, have you fulfilled your responsibilities?"
Sister Zhou hurriedly replied, "Miss He wanted to personally cook soup for you. It's a gesture of her heart! How could I dare to stop her?"
He Xiyue sniffled, "Don't blame Sister Zhou, it was my insistence. I didn't want anyone else to do it, I wanted to cook the soup for you with my own hands."
Mu Shaoze spoke indifferently, "You don't need to do this. Last time, I made it very clear to you that I have no feelings for you anymore. Whatever you do, I will not be moved but rather feel burdened by it."
He Xiyue didn't expect Mu Shaoze to be so heartless, and tears fell like rain, "Shaoze, is it because of Miss Zhou? She drugged you to get you! How can a woman like that be worthy of you?"