Even that man was stunned.
When Mu Zhenzhen arrived, he saw her holding a woven bag.
But now, Jiaqi actually gave this thing to him?
Giving away something from his fiancée?
Is he kidding?
The man hadn't figured out what was happening when Huo Jiaqi grabbed his hand and forcibly stuffed the woven bag into it.
Then he turned his head and smiled at the stiff Mu Zhenzhen, "You don't mind, right?"
Mu Zhenzhen simply stared at him, and after a long while, a bittersweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "No... I don't mind..."
"Alright." Huo Jiaqi's expression didn't change, he spoke casually, "If there's nothing else, I'll continue drinking."
"Okay."
Mu Zhenzhen watched him leave.
That figure striding away without looking back made her feel, for the first time, that she was redundant.
Everything she did today felt redundant.
Redundant like a joke.
