"I and Yuxuan are having our wedding. We cannot progress unless we have your blessings." Yao softened her voice as she gazed at the aloof Mingxia sitting on the chair. She cared less about what Yao had told her and focused on the office. It had changed a lot; two years plus had gone by, as had her high-spirited office. Everything changed. It was as if the company were on holiday. So few workers.
"If you wanted to have my blessings, you should have said that on the phone. Do not waste my energy next time." Another face-slapping moment was hurled across their faces. Mingxia stood up from the chair, about to take her leave, when Yuxuan grabbed her arms. "Let go, Mr. Luo."
Her voice was so distant to him that it pierced directly into his heart. He was in agony, knowing how the soft, naïve girl he grew to love had changed within two years.
