Mu Chen had somehow forgotten that principle. He had gone through the same thing in his previous life, except back then, he had been in Tokikake's position. So he understood. All he could do was tell Tokikake to go home, because there was no point in staying any longer.
If Mu Chen was right, Ali had never been interested in Tokikake to begin with. And now that Mu Chen had shown up, she was even less interested.
Barring any surprises, Mu Chen could already guess what Ali would say: "Mr. Tokikake, you're a good person, but we're not right for each other."
At that moment, Tokikake suddenly shouted at Mu Chen, "Go back? Didn't we agree to have dinner with Miss Ali? How can you change your mind just like that?!"
Kake raised his voice, and she tugged his floral shirt collar crooked.
As he spoke, Tokikake turned to Ali, plastering on a fawning smile as he continued softly, "Miss Ali, don't be angry. He's just got a rotten temper. He's like this at Headquarters too, acting like everyone owes him eight million."
"It's all right, Mr. Tokikake. Since Mr. Craftsman has something to do, we can have dinner another time."
Ali did not look comforted in the slightest by Tokikake's words. She suddenly lifted her head and forced a smile.
As she spoke, she hugged the glass box to her chest, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing over the glass. "I should go back and watch the shop too."
With that, she turned and headed for the Bubble Parlor, walking so quickly that she staggered slightly. The hem of her light blue skirt swept over the legs of an outdoor table, knocking an empty wine glass to the ground. It clattered and rolled several times.
Tokikake watched her retreating back, then