He suddenly spoke harshly to stop her.
Yan Xinxin paused in her steps, a little startled by Mo Chuxi's sudden cold voice.
"President Mo, I'm just a small employee who doesn't have time to chat idly with someone like you. I need to go down…"
"Why did it go missing?"
Before Yan Xinxin could finish her words, Mo Chuxi's questioning voice followed immediately.
His movements were so quick—at some point, he was already standing in front of her, reaching out to grip her tightly clenched left hand.
"Our wedding ring. Where is it? Hmm?"
His gaze was profoundly heavy as he looked at her, with added fury in his eyes.
Yan Xinxin frowned, trying to withdraw her hand, but her efforts were futile.
"Mo Chuxi, let go!"
"Answer my question."
He stepped closer to her, his oppressive demeanor and intense gaze surrounding her completely.
Yan Xinxin looked directly at him, biting her lip lightly.
"I threw it away."
"What did you say?"
"I said I threw it away!"
Yan Xinxin shouted loudly.
