C217 saintly hand falling

Three days later, Jing Moxuan was expressionlessly sitting on a stone chair with his arms crossed, his face expressionless, while Cheng Yichen was sitting opposite of him. He was holding onto a magazine and reading through it carefully, a cup of coffee was placed beside him.

"Cheng Yichen, I do not owe you a favor."

He slightly raised his eyebrows