Not wanting to lose face at the company entrance or in front of colleagues, or to let them see her vulnerable side and trigger unnecessary gossip, Yu Tingting adjusted her somber gaze, straightened her slender and supple body, and gently tugged at the strap of her bag with porcelain-like hands as she walked toward the bustling street.
"Hmm, the little girl still has deep feelings for me. She cried."
At that moment, inside the office of Chuangxiang Company, Xie Qiyan's towering figure sat leisurely in an office chair. His enchanting, almond-shaped eyes gazed at the surveillance footage on the monitor before him—installed overnight by Dong Qian on his orders. His fair fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk, an unconscious cadence full of charm. Slightly furrowing his brows, he murmured softly.
The shimmer of tears in that little girl's eyes, so crystalline,
