Studio?
Xing Chen frowned, his black eyes darkening slightly.
He thought she would obediently wait outside.
"You can leave now."
"Yes, young master," Housekeeper Wu responded and retreated.
Left alone, Xing Chen glanced at the two bowls of steaming soup on the table.
He had no intention of drinking them; he understood his mother's intentions.
That night, the first time he drank this soup, he realized.
But...
As his gaze flickered, he unintentionally glanced at the note on the table.
It was a few words Fu Jingxuan had left for Ran Xiangsi.
Clearly provoking Ran Xiangsi.
So, does this mean Ran Xiangsi's identity is already exposed?
Thinking of this, Xing Chen threw down the towel and strode out of the room.
In a few minutes, he reached the door of Ran Xiangsi's studio, only to find it locked.
To provide Ran Xiangsi with a peaceful working environment, it was equipped similarly to Rongsheng Technology.
The door here was also made with the highest-grade electronic lock.
