Three days later.
Young Master Yan had buried himself in a mountain of work when the office door burst open.
The person didn't knock and simply barged in.
He frowned, looking annoyed. When he raised his head, he looked dumbstruck. "Wen Xuxu, why are you suddenly back?"
After a few seconds, he stood up with a bright smile.
Wen Xuxu lifted her eyebrows. "Why? Do you have a woman hiding in the office?"
Her eyes wandered around the office as she scrutinized every corner. She seemed alert and sharp.
Yan Rusheng shook his head. "Of course not."
"It doesn't matter, anyway. You can do whatever you want. I came back to work." Xuxu raised her chin like a proud queen.
She strode to Yan Rusheng's desk, pulled his chair, and sat down.
Young Master Yan instantly poured her a cup of water and placed it on the desk. He rounded the desk and stood behind to massage her. "Wife, why didn't you call me? I could have fetched you."
