Lu Lingxiao left Ye Xi's house with a sullen face.
Back in the car, Xiao Qi saw him holding a paper bag and asked with a smile, "President Lu, when you left, I didn't see you carrying anything. What's in the bag? Did Miss Ye give it to you?"
Lu Lingxiao didn't want to deal with him.
Seeing that Lu Lingxiao's expression was grim, Xiao Qi knew he had talked too much again, so he quickly fell silent, turned his head, and looked ahead without making a sound.
Lu Lingxiao stared at the paper bag in his hand for a long time before he finally took out the shirt from inside.
The shirt was washed clean by Ye Xi, ironed flat and smooth, and carried the same jasmine-scented laundry fragrance as her own scent, which was very pleasant.
It was a pity that the shirt was ironed to be soft and comfortable, but the person was not soft at all.
Ye Xi's refusal was so clear, he wasn't deaf to it, and that's why he felt so choked up.