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Yan Xinxin almost reflexively froze in place, her startled, watery eyes meeting Mo Chuxi's gaze.
The man raised his cold and arrogant icy eyes to look at her.
"Follow me."
Mo Chuxi spoke in a commanding tone, as domineering and forceful as ever.
Yan Xinxin felt like she had dug a pit and jumped right into it herself. She had clearly intended to return to her apartment to prepare for her interview—now look at what she's done, seeking her own misery.
"Chuxi, I have something to discuss with you."
"Later."
Mo Chuxi brushed her off without hesitation, his narrow phoenix eyes casting a glance at Yan Xinxin, the meaning behind them unmistakable.
Watching his tall figure turning away, Yan Xinxin glanced at Sheng Yehan.
"I'll head over there first, see you in a bit."
"Alright."
Sheng Yehan nodded with a faint smile. Hearing this, Mo Chuxi's sharp brows furrowed slightly.
