There was no emotion, to be accurate, not even a proper glance, but he showed no impatience or displeasure, which made Shen Shixuan very happy.
He tossed the coat draped over his assistant's arm to her and turned to leave.
Shen Shixuan didn't even dare to wash it; during that period, she kept his suit jacket hanging on the clothes rack in her bedroom, thinking of returning it to him to get close to him again. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find out his whereabouts, although she also wondered why someone of Mo Tingshen's status would wear a suit worth hundreds of thousands.
"That's my assistant's."
Shen Shixuan felt a sudden jolt in her heart, "What?"
"Miss Shen, you never returned it to him, causing him a loss of four hundred thousand. When you have time, go to Shengjing and return the money to him."
The more expressionless Mo Tingshen became, the uglier Shen Shixuan's face looked.
Her precious clothing was his assistant's?
