"Alright." Su Ruowan put down her phone, picked up her notebook and pen, got up and walked in.
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In the office.
Song Zhixian sat behind the table and carefully sized up Su Ruowan from head to toe.
She was wearing a thin pink knitted shirt and a pair of black pencil pants. Her jet-black hair fell on her shoulders like black jade. Her skin was fair, and her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting. Her red lips were especially red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been ravaged by someone.
Thinking back to the new phone she had just seen and the news that she had gone to Jing Yang, Song Zhixian's eyes stung, and jealousy surged in her heart.
She had clearly sent those photos to Jing Muchen, so why was he still so doting on Su Ruowan? She was really disappointed.
"Uh, Sister Xiaoxian, may I ask, why are you looking for me?"Su Ruowan hugged the notebook tightly in her arms and asked.
