Nan Wan suddenly felt a stiffness throughout her body and slowly raised her head.
Entering her sight, the man lazily leaned against the doorframe, his left toe lightly tapping the floor, one hand tucked into the pocket of his suit pants, the cuff of his rolled-up shirt revealing a slender forearm, while the other hand dangled car keys in mid-air.
That expression, half-smiling but not quite, made Nan Wan feel very uneasy.
She shifted her gaze, her facial expression calm and composed, her eyes entirely free of the panic of being caught. She pursed her lips, "Don't bother making it, I'm afraid you'll poison it."
The aroma was already wafting out, faintly dispersing in the air.
Mu Jin Huan's gaze swept over her white, tender foot on the floor, his eyebrows subtly furrowing as he said unhurriedly, "Poison you, to seize your property?"
A doctor doesn't know she'll get sick by walking barefoot on a cold floor?
