His voice scared Xuxu out of her wits.
She grabbed her chest and furiously glared at the man towering over her. She shrieked, "Why didn't you make any sound when you came in! You scared me!"
Yan Rusheng straightened his back and sat on the corner of a desk. He then stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants. "Were you thinking of something shameful and was afraid of letting me know?" he asked in a frigid manner.
He had been standing behind her back for a good amount of time. Wen Xuxu was usually observant, and it was so unlike of her to not realize.
"What do you suppose am I thinking of?" Xuxu turned her chair around to face Yan Rusheng. She lifted her face and looked at him with a calm demeanor.
Upon seeing her face, the scion's own twisted with anxiety and worry. "Why do you look so pale?"
He stretched his hand towards Xuxu's face.
Xuxu intercepted his hand in mid-air. "It's nothing, I'll be fine soon."
