Su Yan stared at them wordlessly.
"President Su… you took up my time after work. And you forced me to drink. I don't want to be your secretary anymore…."
They stood facing each other, and Mixiao suddenly yelled.
Although she was drunk and couldn't think properly, safety was still an instinct. She waved a hand wildly in the air while clinging firmly onto Su Yan's arm with the other hand.
As though she was afraid of falling off.
Her drunk antics weren't detestable, but adorable and rather bold.
Xin Yanting stared at Su Yan and Mixiao. Tears were glistening in her eyes.
It was chilly at night in the capital city. A gust of wind blew at her, and she shivered. Her memories were all interrupted.
She snapped to and sniffed heavily. Peering at the ground, she spoke to Jiang Zhuoheng and Jesse, "Let's go."
She sounded casual and calm.
She straightened her back and strode past Su Yan with her chin raised.
