"Guiying!"
Zixin, who was rapidly pacing back and forth in his office, impatiently waited for Guiying. The moment she entered, she was pulled into his embrace.
"Zi-Zixin?"
Surprised, she felt his reassuring warmth but was afraid if Assistant Ling would catch them.
"I am sorry," his sorry voice was filled with lament and grievances.
Her eyes widened. "What are you sorry for?"
"For all the blame and harshness you had to face."
"..."
"But why are you apologizing for it? It was proved that I sent the email so it was bound to happen. Anybody would get angry at this conflict."
He frowned and looked into her eyes. "I cannot see anybody admonishing you."
"Even if it is my mistake?"
He nodded.
Her mouth twitched.
"You…you shouldn't spoil me like this. What if I take advantage of your kindness?"
