Yan Xinxin looked at Mo Chuxi with utmost seriousness, clearly ready to risk everything.
The man raised his deep eyes, his demeanor calm and unruffled as he spoke.
"Decided on what?"
"Our cooperation ends here. I don't want anything like today's incident to ever happen again."
Listening to Yan Xinxin's words, Mo Chuxi's expression remained indifferent, his slender fingers leisurely closing the file.
"Alright, then tonight, repay all the interest."
He said readily, stood up, and his tall, cold figure brushed past Yan Xinxin. A faint, teasing whiff of orchid lingered at her nose.
Yan Xinxin froze on the spot, momentarily dazed.
He agreed.
Yet somehow, her heart felt like it had sunk to the bottom of a lake, unbearably heavy.
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Night fell quietly.
Yan Xinxin had dinner prepared but found Mo Chuxi seemed to have gone out.
She had dinner with her son and, even after a long while, Mo Chuxi hadn't returned.
