Yan Xinxin felt as though her ears were malfunctioning.
What did she just hear?
Mo Chuxi told her to take off her clothes?
And in such a matter-of-fact tone?
"Yan Xinxin, didn't you hear what I said?"
Mo Chuxi seemed impatient as he urged her, his narrow, peach blossom-shaped eyes carrying an undercurrent of turbulent emotions.
Yan Xinxin took a step back and nervously hugged the shopping bag closer to her chest as if for protection.
"Young Master Mo, I don't have a habit of undressing in front of others."
"Don't you want to interview for a position in Di Jue Jewelry's design department?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xinxin widened her eyes in shock and stared at the composed man.
"How do you know?"
Mo Chuxi curved his lips coldly, his tall, slender figure positioned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The bright, warm noon sunlight fell on his white shirt, forming an enigmatic contrast of ruggedness and softness—utterly mesmerizing in its dreamlike allure.
