Looking at Bi Xia, who had just hung up the phone, Meng Chi sighed softly and said pitifully, "Sigh, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless now, boss. I've been so loyal, following you through all the dangers, and then you just push me to take the blame from Bi Xiaoyuan without any warning."
Bi Xia spread his hands innocently, "If there's a warning, how could it be considered taking the blame?"
Meng Chi: ... That makes sense...
Bi Xia looked at Meng Chi with a half-smile, half-not expression. Until Meng Chi started to feel inexplicably guilty, Bi Xia raised an eyebrow and patted Meng Chi on the shoulder, "Young man, your mood seems pretty good lately."
Meng Chi: ???
Looking at the puzzled Meng Chi, Bi Xia's lips curled into a smile. He said nothing more and lifted the sunglasses from the table onto his nose, slinging a black backpack over one shoulder, "Let's go."
