She couldn't help but believe Yan Rusheng was telling the truth—there wasn't any reason for him to lie after all.
But why was he telling her all this? It sounded like he was trying to explain.
Even more startling was the fact that he'd mentioned Fang Jiayin's name. But his expression and tone didn't betray a hint of his emotions.
She was baffled!
Yan Rusheng pressed his lips, a slight curl at the edge of his mouth. It resembled a budding snow lotus—so beautiful and pure that it seemed beyond her reach.
His eyes were twinkling with a faint smile too. Xuxu immediately avoided his gaze for fear that she might end up captivated.
"Watch TV then."
Yan Rusheng spoke after some time, and he opened a drawer. He took out a remote control and threw it over to Xuxu.
He was about to turn and leave when a thought struck him. He added, "If you don't feel like watching TV, you can help me by organizing the documents which need my signature."
