Lin Jingyu said she would let go and then she did.

She left the living room and went to sit on the balcony.

He picked up a book at random and began to read it carefully.

I don't know how much time passed.

A figure appeared beside her.

Lin Jingyu looked up and asked calmly, "Is something the matter?"

"fine."

Peng Qibo gave an awkward smile. "I want to talk to you."

"If it's work-related, let's sit down and talk about it later."

Lin Jingyu lowered her head, her tone unchanged, "If it's a private matter, I don't think it's necessary to say it."

"Jingyu!"

Peng Qibo's face turned a little pale, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I know, I owe you an apology."

"sorry?"

Lin Jingyu looked somewhat displeased. "Peng Qibo, I remember you haven't wronged me, so why are you apologizing to me?"

If you're speaking on behalf of someone else, I don't think it's necessary.

Not everything can be smoothed over with an apology.

If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having police?

Please remember this.

From now on, our relationship will consist solely of work-related cooperation; there will be no other personal matters between us.

Peng Qibo clenched his fists tightly, "Jingyu, I..."

"If you don't want to get hurt today, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

Lin Jingyu suddenly looked up, her eyes icy cold, her tone laced with anger, "Peng Qibo, if you dare to bother me with your personal matters again, don't blame me for transferring you back to Beijing immediately."

You should understand that my position gives me the authority to transfer you.

"Feel sorry!"

Peng Qibo dared not provoke the person in front of him any further, so he turned around and left the balcony.

"I don't understand!"

Lin Jingyu was furious. She closed her eyes tightly for a long while before opening them again.