She could understand the kind of affection Leng Zimo had for Xu Pei.
The Xu Pei of the past was someone closer to Leng Zimo than childhood friends like Huangfu Ao and Shen Yizhou, akin to Zirui—she wasn't just his friend, partner, but also family.
After returning home today, Leng Zimo had locked himself in the piano room; she quietly went downstairs several times but didn't hear him play a single note.
Luo Xiaoqian knew he was hurting inside.
With such a betrayal, anyone would feel the pain.
If it had been someone else, Leng Zimo would have surely given them a severe punishment, but Xu Pei was too special.
If her concession could make Leng Zimo's life easier, then she would endure it one more time.
"Come here."
Leng Zimo put his chopsticks down and spoke softly.
Luo Xiaoqian stood up, and he pulled her wrist to sit her down on his lap.
