After flirting this time, no matter what she said, a certain someone resolutely ignored her. Feeling bored, Xia Yuxun started casually examining Tang Jue's office.
She thought she might see some of Leng Sichen's old habits and style here, but she didn't find a trace of it.
This office was lavishly decorated, as exaggerated as a palace—nothing like Leng Sichen's style.
Could it be that when someone loses their memory, their preferences and tastes change too?
Thinking this, she involuntarily glanced down at her own chest, deciding to start using the bust-enhancing essential oil she bought at the beauty salon tonight.
Xia Yuxun, figuring she had already seen such a big secret, felt there was nothing left to worry about, so she fiddled with the pen holder, pens, and files on Tang Jue's desk, and even opened the drawer to have a look.
