Zhang Moyan took a breath and said, "I have a clear conscience." These four words are as heavy as Mount Tai!

She tiptoed and turned around while holding the phone, and suddenly saw Zhou Xia walking towards her with a bag and a shopping bag.

Zhang Moyan was startled and quickly said goodbye to Li Tengfei before hanging up the phone.

"Zhou Xia, when did you come?"

Zhang Moyan forced a smile despite a cold sweat. She probably didn't hear the conversation with Li Tengfei just now, right?

Damn it, how come a good job as a journalist becomes like an underground worker?

"You just got here? Aunt Wang told me that she saw you coming here, so I came to look for you!" Zhou Xia looked at Zhang Moyan with a little surprise. Her makeup today was as exquisite as Barbie's, and she was wearing a bright yellow dress, which was both elegant and flying.

"Do you have something to talk to me about?" Zhang Moyan asked.

Zhou Xia came up briskly: "I saw that Brother Xingyu didn't bring you to the company, so I thought you might have been injured too badly yesterday, so I came to see you and brought you some new clothes!"

"My injury is fine," Zhang Moyan took a step back flattered, feeling slightly uneasy. "Why are you giving me clothes again?"

"That's great," Zhou Xia walked around to the back, looked at her neck, and then put his arm around her. "I saw that you didn't wear the clothes I gave you, so I thought I could give you some old clothes! So last night I went out and bought you some new ones in your size. I'm really sorry, you know, I failed to confess that day and I was so confused that I didn't think it through."

Zhang Moyan was shocked. Zhou Xia's thoughtfulness really scared her.

I gave clothes to others, and they didn’t appreciate it, so it would be fine if they didn’t get angry, but now she actually bought new clothes and gave them to me, and even apologized... Oh my God, Zhou Xia is really good at dealing with people. Why is she so good at dealing with people even though we are about the same age?

"Thank you, but you don't need it. I have clothes."

"Which girl would complain about having too many clothes?" Zhou Xia pushed her out: "It's nothing, don't be so formal. Come on, where is your room? Let's go and try it!"

Zhang Moyan brought Zhou Xia to the small building where they lived. As they walked up the stairs, Zhou Xia asked hesitantly, "Do you live here?"

"Yeah..." Zhang Moyan walked in front and took out the key to open the door of the guest room.

Zhou Xia looked around with his lively eyes: "Brother Xingyu, why would I let you live here?"

Zhang Moyan opened the door and invited Zhou Xia in. She thought that perhaps her daughter might find her living conditions a little shabby, so she said, "This place is already very good, much more refined than where I live in Shenhai."