After Zheng Shuangshuang left, Xie Xuan pulled Lu Haiqiao into the elevator.
He didn't say a word. His expression was tense, and he almost engraved the word "displeased" on his forehead.
Lu Haiqiao leaned closer and nudged him with her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Xie Xuan turned to look at her, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed. "Nothing."
Lu Haiqiao thought for a moment and asked, "Is it because of your cousin?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed that Xie Xuan's eyes, which had just calmed down, were filled with killing intent again.
At this moment, the elevator door opened, and employees passed by.
When they saw Xie Xuan, they stopped and greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Xie."
The moment they looked up, their gazes stopped on Lu Haiqiao.
