Long Xinghe had no idea what he had done wrong, but Feng Wuya had indeed turned around and left.
As he departed, he carried a noticeable air of displeasure.
He rarely got angry, always known for his exceptionally good temper, yet just then, had he really been angry with her?
Long Xinghe put down the half-finished compression valve in his hand and chased after him, "Wuya."
Feng Wuya had already reached the corridor. Hearing her call, he halted, turned around, and stared coldly at her.
Such a cold gaze...
Long Xinghe felt a bit helpless and quickly said, "Did you need me for something?"
Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to find her so late at night without any reason.
Who knew that her words would make the atmosphere in Feng Wuya's eyes turn even colder?
"I'm fine!" With those two words, he strode away.
This time, he didn't look back.
Jiang Tao came over carrying snacks, frequently looking back as he approached Long Xinghe.