An Lan waved her hand, turned around, and left, giving the two of them space.
After she left, An Xuan immediately pulled Zhang Ya into his arms.
Zhang Ya felt uneasy and struggled for a moment, but An Xuan's arms were like chains—no matter how much she fought, she couldn't break free. In the end, she gave up and obediently leaned against him.
She let out a soft hum. "You sure are quite a magnet."
An Xuan froze as if facing a dire threat and quickly explained, "I really have nothing to do with her. That woman is out of her mind and just attached herself to me. I don't even know what I did to give her that impression, and now she's spouting nonsense in front of you."
"I know, it's nothing more than your current status. Big trees attract the wind. Anyway, what are you doing here in our office?"
