Before she even finished speaking, Xia Qingrou immediately regretted her words, feeling that she had been too direct.
She had always suffered from social anxiety and low emotional intelligence, but even now, she realized something was amiss with what she said, not that she had said anything wrong, but that she should have expressed it more tactfully.
However, having said that much, Xia Qingrou had no choice but to brazenly finish, trying to put on a brave front.
Shen Mochen silently listened, and when he looked at Xia Qingrou again, his gaze had turned cold.
"Actually, you didn't need to come here," Shen Mochen said softly. "You can go back."
Xia Qingrou didn't say a word, merely pursing her lips tightly.
"Go back, I'm fine here alone," Shen Mochen repeated.
