After chatting casually for a while, the people who had been drinking wrapped up and began to gather again, planning to switch locations to have some fun, their gazes finally landing on Wen Xin and Mu Chengxi.
"Master Xi, Miss Wen, you don't often participate in gatherings here in Beijing, so how about we all go out and have some fun?"
"No thanks, she's not in the right condition to be running around right now. You guys go have fun—I'll pick up the tab."
Mu Chengxi, holding Wen Xin's coat, stood up from the sofa and considerately helped her put it on.
The crowd couldn't believe their eyes at this scene. They all knew Mu Chengxi was good to Wen Xin, but such condescending acts did not seem like something Mu Chengxi would do.
After dressing Wen Xin, Mu Chengxi very naturally slung her backpack over his shoulder and took her uninjured hand, their fingers interlocking.