Leng Sichen had been absent-mindedly sitting on his swivel chair all morning, several times he had wanted to call Xia Yuxun over to ask her questions, but he restrained himself each time.
Finally, when Annie came over to deliver coffee, Leng Sichen asked with a cold face, "Where is Xia Yuxun?"
Annie immediately answered carefully, "She hasn't arrived yet."
If Xiaoxia had arrived, would this dangerous task still be assigned to her delicate self?
"What?" Leng Sichen frowned coldly.
That girl had recently become increasingly presumptuous. Just because Siche had returned, did she think she could completely ignore him?
The thought of her possibly being at Siche's place right now made him feel so stifled that he could hardly breathe.
At that moment, the internal line phone rang.
Leng Sichen answered irritably, "Hello."
"Hey, brother, it's me."
"What is it?"
"Can you transfer Xiaoxun to me?"
So quick to ask for her? Leng Sichen's suspicions deepened.
