"I'm sorry for disturbing the both of you." Although An Shuyan received a blow, she still maintained a polite smile. She took a good look at the man soaking in the hot spring with Ji Nuan before abruptly turning to leave.
As An Shuyan's footsteps finally became softer, Ji Nuan leaned her chin on Mo Jingshen's shoulder. "Secretary An is actually rather good at tolerating. Based on her IQ and EQ, she can endure failures and grievances, but it's clear you've hurt her pride. For a proud woman, her pride is her true bottom line."
For a moment, Ji Nuan had caught a hint of dejection in the cracks of An Shuyan's facade. Perhaps actually catching a glimpse of the two of them being intimate in the hot spring was much more painful to accept than hearing about their affections.
Mo Jingshen brushed away her wet hair from his neck, placing his hand on her collarbone. Ji Nuan turned to see the man's approaching face.
