He pushed the door open and, ignoring Yang Xinyi's surprised gaze, Ye Xiong closed the folder on the desk, snatched the pen she was holding, and placed it into the pen case.
Throughout the process, he was expressionless like a robot.
"What are you doing?" Yang Xinyi asked seriously.
"What's the point of making so much money when in the end, it might just end up benefiting that bastard man? With your current situation, why suffer so much? You should enjoy your life," Ye Xiong said as he tidied up.
"Give me ten more minutes."
"One hour ago, you asked me for twenty minutes."
Yang Xinyi sighed. After some time of interaction, she had gotten to know this man a bit, and his decisions were hard to change, so she let him do as he pleased.
She stood up, but just as she did, she suddenly felt a numbness in her feet and slumped onto the desk, her brows deeply furrowed.
"What's wrong?"
"I've been sitting too long, my feet are a bit numb," Yang Xinyi quickly sat down again.
