If she lost this opportunity, her future in the entertainment industry would become even more difficult.
An Xi had not noticed that Gu Yixuan’s expression was very ugly. He coldly glanced at the hands they had touched, his eyes growing colder and colder.
Seeing this, Mo Ran felt alarmed, aware that An Xi was about to face trouble. Whenever Gu Yixuan showed such an expression, he would do something violent.
As expected, he violently withdrew his hand, and at the same time, his other hand swept the water glass off the table, drenching An Xi as the entire contents spilled onto her.
"Ah!" she screamed and hurriedly stood up.
Gu Yixuan did not feel sorry at all, his face still looked unpleasant. He slightly lifted his eyes to look at her, and although he was looking up, it felt like he was looking down from a high position.
"Don’t touch me with your dirty hands," he said indifferently, his voice light but sharp.
An Xi had no idea that so many things would happen today; she thought encountering Gu Yixuan meant her luck had turned, but she didn’t realize it was the beginning of bad fortune.
Out of sheer fear, she weakened and sat down on the ground.
Seeing this, her two assistants hurried over to help her up. No one dared to blame Gu Yixuan unless they didn’t want their job anymore or wished to stop working in W City.
Gu Yixuan took out a pristine white tissue, wiped his hand that An Xi had touched, then casually tossed the tissue away.
The disdain was all too evident!
An Xi’s face turned even paler. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fire.net
But Gu Yixuan still felt dirty, the unclean feeling lingering on the back of his hand.
He frowned in displeasure, extended his left hand, and said to Mo Ran, "Come here and rub my hand."
He wanted to use Mo Ran’s scent to dispel An Xi’s.
Mo Ran hesitated for a moment and said indifferently, "Sorry, that’s not in my job description."
The manager had already figured everything out and quickly came over to Mo Ran, "Do whatever President Gu asks you to do; go ahead."
"It’s just rubbing a hand, not asking you to do anything difficult; go on, don’t annoy President Gu."
Mo Ran was angry, what was Gu Yixuan trying to do! She didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore.
If she refused, the manager would be displeased and would probably fire her, wouldn’t he?
Fine, for the sake of her job, she did it.
Mo Ran, unwillingly lowering her gaze, extended both hands and held his. His hands were warm and smooth, the nails clean and tidy, fingers long and well-defined, clearly well-maintained.