For a moment, Qiao Jun looked at Vivian, really looking at her.
Her expression was full of sympathy, but it felt rehearsed, almost too perfect. He suddenly recalled Yu Holea's earlier words—"She has some wrong intentions."
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
"Vivian," Qiao Jun began, his tone more guarded now.
"I appreciate your concern, but this is something I need to handle on my own. It's between me and Lea."
Vivian's face fell slightly, but she quickly masked it with a smile.
"Of course, Brother Jun. But remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what."
Qiao Jun nodded, though his thoughts were elsewhere. He needed to calm down, to think clearly.
"Thanks, Vivian. But I need some space right now."
Vivian reluctantly stepped back, watching as Qiao Jun disappeared into his room, the door closing with a quiet click.
She lingered for a moment, her expression shifting from concern to a flicker of irritation.