Hastening his steps, he walked towards her. "I…"
He attempted to explain himself but couldn't find the words. He knew Xuxu wouldn't lie when she said that the two tickets fell out from his pockets.
The only logical explanation he could think of was that Fang Jiayin might have slipped the tickets into his pocket during his inebriated state last night.
But that explanation would only bring up more questions.
Meeting his ex when he was dead drunk...
Xuxu intended to ignore him, but he kept hovering around her. With his tall physique, his presence was too hard to ignore, and she couldn't work in peace.
Thus, she put down her pen and looked at him, pretending to be baffled. "President Yan, what do you want?"
At that instant, she realized that he'd buttoned up his shirt wrong. But since his shirt was tucked in, it wasn't immediately obvious.
