Mo Weiyi accepted the tissue from Rong An and wiped the corner of her mouth, "I'm not feeling well, so I took a leave."
"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Yebai continued to ask.
His tone was very flat.
But it carried a noticeable trace of pressing for more.
Mo Weiyi couldn't help but laugh, "Nothing really, just feeling a bit nauseous."
"..." There was a pause on the phone, and then Xiao Yebai asked, "Are you still going to the law firm in the afternoon?"
"Yes." Mo Weiyi checked the time, "It's past two, I have to go to work."
"Ok."
*
*
Yiyun Villa.
In the second floor study room of the villa, Xiao Yebai sat behind the desk, slowly putting down his phone.
After a while, footsteps were heard from outside.
"President Xiao."
Zhong Kai walked in nervously, "The locksmith has arrived."
Xiao Yebai lifted his eyelids.
The locksmith was a man in his fifties. He looked at the broken lock on the study door, "Are we changing this lock?"
