Qiao Yi had a look of schadenfreude on his face, thinking, "Now you should be begging me, right?"
"I don't know what she would do, but I know you're going to have a bad time."
Mu Yichen's gaze was rather superficial, and his words were not heavy, but once spoken, they silenced any arrogance.
Qiao Yi felt his piercing glance had an extremely intimidating effect.
"You're threatening me? Alright then, I won't tell Xiaomu you're having an affair; I'll say you had a car accident. How about that?"
Mu Yichen didn't reply, simply changing his position as though settling in to watch an interesting drama, and continued to look at Qiao Yi with a sly smile.
Understanding the expression in his eyes, Qiao Yi snorted coldly, "Retract your office romance restriction, and I'll call Xiaomu."
Mu Yichen chuckled, his captivating eyes staring at him, "Negotiating conditions with your boss?"
"What about it?"
Qiao Yi raised an eyebrow and provocatively placed his hands on his waist.
