Xuxu couldn't take Young Master Yan's relentless teasing any longer. So she grabbed the container and poured the porridge directly right into her mouth.
Yan Rusheng stared at her moving throat as she gulped down the porridge. It flabbergasted him!
Was this really the aloof woman who had treated everything with nonchalance and indifference?
"I've finished my breakfast; I'll get back to work." She placed the container down on the coffee table and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She abruptly stood up to leave.
Yan Rusheng was left alone, feeling rather stunned.
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"May I know if Wen Xuxu is around?"
Xuxu stepped out of Yan Rusheng's office and heard someone asking for her. She was full of doubts as she peered towards the source of the voice. Her face fell.
A scrawny guy was holding a huge bouquet of roses at the door.
