Mo Chuxi's voice came through without a trace of emotion.
His gaze shifted faintly from her face, his lips opening lightly and indifferently.
"Sit."
Xiao Yize nodded, glanced sideways at Yan Xinxin who was following behind him, and gestured for her to take the seat next to him.
Yan Xinxin understood and nodded, then sat down in the chair in front of the desk together with Xiao Yize.
"Chuxi, why did you call Xinxin and me here?"
Xiao Yize cut straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Mo Chuxi's brows seemed to knit slightly. His sharp and cold expression was evident as he picked up the tablet on the desk and tossed it toward Xiao Yize.
Xiao Yize, as though accustomed to this, caught it swiftly with an outstretched hand.
Without delay, he lowered his gaze to the screen.
"Has it been a year already?"
He looked at the contents displayed on the screen and spoke calmly.
Yan Xinxin, somewhat curious, lowered her gaze to look as well.
