Bai Xiexie was invited out by Yu Hong.
When Bai Xiexie walked out of Shu Yimo's office, her eyes were somewhat gloomy, and the downcast eyelids concealed a trace of coldness. Her saintly beautiful face still carried the usual appropriate amiability.
Fan Lingjue's Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked in the parking lot at the entrance of Hengtai.
Seeing Bai Xiexie get into the car, with a faint hint of defeat still visible on her pure white face, he immediately furrowed his brows and looked at her, asking, "How did it go? Did she give you a hard time again?"
Bai Xiexie took a breath and couldn't help but raise her hand to rub her brow, also glancing at him, she said helplessly, "You could have guessed it before, couldn't you? I just wanted to try, but I didn't expect that, between her and me... it's still..."
"It's not your fault, she is mad at me."
A trace of coldness arose in Fan Lingjue's dark pupils, and his eyes also revealed an impatience and irritability.
