When the elevator door opened and he saw Shen Yufeng holding An Xiaoyu, both so intimately nestled together, Qin Zixiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze fluctuating.
Today, Bai Mingxuan called and said An Xiaoyu had rejected his project. An inexplicable pain welled up in his heart, like a stabbing knife.
He knew that last night, An Xiaoyu was hurt after all. And the person who hurt her was Li Xin, but really, what difference did it make to him? She must truly be disappointed in him.
On the phone, he asked if he was already sentenced to death.
But she laughed radiantly and said: "Zixiao brother, when did you become a sentimental literary youth? I'm really not used to you talking like this! Honestly talking, taking on two cases at once, I'm really afraid of indigestion! Moreover, I don't have three heads and six arms, I can't clone myself, so weighing it out, I'd rather offend you than the new client. After all, you won't hold it against me!"
