After handling the last email, Xu Qingfan raised his hands and stretched lazily.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the snacks and fruit plate on his desk, which inevitably reminded him of Xia Xiaoxiao's unusual behavior just now.
"The mango is sweet, apples oxidize quickly if left out too long, let's eat first then continue working."
"The tea in your cup has gone cold, let me pour you a fresh one."
"Tell me if you need a massage."
"Do you want some snacks? I'll get you some..."
Such incidents, one after the other, were not actions typical of Xia Xiaoxiao.
Spearing the last piece of watermelon with a toothpick and bringing it to his mouth, Xu Qingfan chewed thoughtfully and pondered Xia Xiaoxiao's problem.
It wasn't that he disliked this new version of Xia Xiaoxiao, but, for reasons unknown, the jerk of a man felt an inexplicable sense of panic.
[Has she also been reborn? Suddenly aware of my goodness in a past life?]
