Thinking of this possibility, Yan Xinxin instantly grew nervous.
If the chief designer had already chosen a favorite candidate, wouldn’t her hurried efforts in drafting designs and buying new interview clothes be completely in vain...
"Sunny is indeed a great candidate."
Xiao Yize smiled with a satisfied expression.
Mo Chuxi put down the designs.
"Don’t jump to conclusions too quickly. Perhaps an even better candidate will appear."
Xiao Yize raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have a recommendation?"
Mo Chuxi paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, there’s someone."
Xiao Yize asked with great interest.
Mo Chuxi was just about to answer but felt Yan Xinxin tugging at his pant leg.
He paused briefly and then spoke indifferently.
"For now, I’ll keep it a secret. I think it’s better for her to attend the interview on her own."
"Are you worried I’ll show favoritism because of your relationship? I won’t do that."
Xiao Yize assured him.
"That’s for the best."
Mo Chuxi let out a faint smile, sensing that someone had stopped tugging at his pant leg.
"Then I’ll wait a bit more and see if any better works show up. As for this piece, ’Angel’s Smile,’ I’ll submit an application for it. Remember to approve it when the time comes."
"Then, how about lunch together?" Xiao Yize invited casually.
"I have something to take care of."
Mo Chuxi declined directly, then looked at Xiao Yize seriously.
"Pass on a message to your brother for me. Tell him to stop stirring up so much trouble—I’m very busy."
A trace of helplessness appeared on Xiao Yize’s delicate features.
"Alright, I’ll make sure he keeps quiet."
Xiao Yize quickly left, and Yan Xinxin heard the sound of the glass door closing.
"Still not coming out?"
Mo Chuxi slid his chair back and looked at Yan Xinxin, who was crouching under the desk, with interest.
Yan Xinxin pouted, just about to stand up and crawl out when suddenly, her legs, numb from crouching too long, gave way. The moment her head peeked out from under the desk, her legs buckled, and she fell directly to her knees in front of Mo Chuxi.
Yan Xinxin knelt there, dumbfounded, her small hands gripping Mo Chuxi’s thighs tightly, her pink and fair cheeks flushing completely red.
Feeling there was no way to communicate with this man, Yan Xinxin pushed against his thighs, struggling to stand up, only to shoot him a look of disdain immediately after.
Fleeing in a panic, Yan Xinxin grabbed her bag and shopping bags from the bedroom and dashed out of the office.
Running all the way to the elevator, Yan Xinxin looked up just in time to see the elevator doors about to close.
Hearing the voice, Xiao Yize quickly reached out with his long index finger to press the door-open button.
Yan Xinxin rushed into the elevator, finally able to let out a relieved sigh.
Xiao Yize was momentarily stunned upon hearing this. He glanced down, his dark eyes landing on her side profile—half-hidden by her flowing black hair, revealing a smooth, radiant face.
Looking at her profile, which resembled a painting, the pure and beautiful smile from his memories suddenly surfaced in his mind.
The girl he had secretly loved for all three years of high school!
The buried yearning that had lain dormant in Xiao Yize’s heart for years quietly resurfaced at this moment.
Yan Xinxin faintly felt the man beside her staring at her. Slowly, she lifted her head and saw a face that was both unfamiliar and somehow familiar.
"Do we... know each other?"