Yan Xinxin lifted her gaze at the sound and saw Xiao Yize’s refined and gentle face.
Seeing Xiao Yize, Yan Zhirou’s face turned red with excitement. She hurriedly adjusted her dress and hairstyle, her delicate face already adorned with what she considered her most beautiful smile.
"Young Master Xiao, why did you come downstairs?"
Watching Yan Zhirou’s sudden transformation, Yan Xinxin was absolutely amazed.
Xiao Yize cast a faint glance at Yan Zhirou and asked in return.
"It’s work hours. Why are you here?"
Yan Zhirou froze for a moment before pointing a finger toward Yan Xinxin.
"My sister suddenly came to find me, so I had to come down to see her!"
When Yan Xinxin’s name was mentioned, Xiao Yize’s demeanor noticeably softened.
"Young Master Xiao, I don’t have such a sister, nor did I come to find this woman named Yan Zhirou. Since she’s neglecting work, just deduct her pay!"
Yan Xinxin coldly finished speaking and walked toward the elevator.
Yan Zhirou’s face stiffened.
"Yan Xinxin, you... Young Master Xiao, Young Master Xiao, I wasn’t neglecting work! Please let me explain!"
Xiao Yize barely paid attention to Yan Zhirou’s fawning and flattery. The moment Yan Xinxin turned to leave, he followed her without hesitation.
Yan Xinxin, filled with a heavy heart, didn’t notice Xiao Yize trailing behind her. She only felt her chest tightening inch by inch, an unbearable sensation.
Yan Zhichun — the little angel she had once carried for ten months and almost had in her life.
Yet her little angel left her the moment it separated from her body...
This incident had pushed her to the brink of a mental breakdown, but she never expected her own younger sister to be so cruel by repeatedly bringing it up to crush her...
In a daze, Yan Xinxin stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the 18th floor.
"You’re going to the 18th floor?"
Hearing Xiao Yize’s voice, Yan Xinxin snapped back to reality.
She lifted her starry eyes and saw the man standing beside her.
"The matter from last time, where you had an argument with Yan Zhirou in the office—I’ve investigated it thoroughly."
Yan Xinxin looked at him in surprise.
"You’ve investigated it thoroughly?"
Xiao Yize nodded, his handsome face showing little emotion.
Lowering his eyes to look at Yan Xinxin, her lively and beautiful eyes reminded him of the first time he had seen her at seventeen on the campus grounds.
"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and give you a satisfactory response."
He promised, his gaze sincere.
Yan Xinxin nodded slightly.
As her words fell, the elevator arrived at the 18th floor.
Yan Xinxin greeted Xiao Yize before stepping out of the elevator, unaware that Xiao Yize had also exited.
"Lady Yan, you’re here!"
The receptionist, Niki, greeted Yan Xinxin warmly, as if it was no surprise at all.
"President Mo said you should go straight in to find him when you arrive."
Yan Xinxin froze for a moment and nodded.
As Mo Chuxi’s office came into view, she felt a wave of anxiety build up.
Before she could step inside, Yan Xinxin heard Mo Chuxi’s cold and intimidating voice coming from the office—it sounded like he was scolding someone.
Yan Xinxin hesitated on whether to enter when the glass door in front of her opened, and three young men walked out, heads hung low.
Yan Xinxin was about to offer a polite smile, but as soon as she looked up, she collided with someone’s dark, turbulent, icy gaze!
"Still not coming in?"
That devilish voice struck her heart directly. Yan Xinxin didn’t dare delay anymore and quickly stepped inside.
"Yan Xinxin, you’re late."
Yan Xinxin looked down at her watch.
"...Just one minute late."
"And one minute isn’t late?"
Mo Chuxi strode toward her, his large hand grabbing her delicate jaw as he leaned close.
Yan Xinxin instinctively thought Mo Chuxi was about to kiss her, but suddenly, she felt a wave of nausea rising in her stomach.