In the dim light, her delicate, pale face showed hints of fatigue.
As Mo Sinian looked at her face, a wave of sympathy suddenly surged within him. He quietly said, "Xixi, I actually…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Xi'er's phone suddenly rang from her pocket.
She hastily picked it up and saw that it was from the mayor. Meng Xi'er apologized to Mo Sinian with a smile, saying, "I need to take this call."
She then walked towards the corner.
Mo Sinian watched her receding figure, clutching tightly to something in his hand and sighed lightly.
He had missed another opportunity.
Having known Meng Xi'er for so long, he knew her well enough. Over these years, he had had several chances to promote to the city, but for Meng Xi'er, he had refused them all.
He wanted to protect her.
