Lu He Yun looked up at mo Zhi Yun's delicate face, and his bright eyes were as clear as ever.
"I had an appointment with someone and happened to see you in need of help when I passed by." Mo Zhiyun explained.
She didn't attend the party last time, and she heard that he didn't attend the party either. He probably didn't want to see her.
She had come to the hotel to discuss a collaboration with someone, and she had accidentally seen him when she passed by the entrance of the restaurant.
She didn't want to disturb him, but seeing how hard he was picking it up, she couldn't help but help him.
Lu Heyun reached out to remove his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and turned his wheelchair to leave.
Not a single word, not even a "thank you."
Mo Zhiyun's eyes slightly darkened. He had long known that he was resentful, but when he saw his indifference, he still felt a sense of loss.
Perhaps they were destined to never be friends.
