In the president's office of the Dijing Group headquarters, Chi Jingxuan's face also bore a trace of faint anger as he looked at Lin Xixi, who was ghastly pale and wearing a pitiful expression. "Xixi, I've said it before, even if you can't get along with each other amicably, please show respect to Yuji. She is my wife."
Still immersed in the words Qin Yuji had just spoken, Lin Xixi wore a somewhat wooden expression.
When she finally heard Chi Jingxuan's words, which were akin to a reprimand and a scolding, Lin Xixi immediately stood up. "If you called me here just to scold me, then I'm leaving."
"Wait..."
Chi Jingxuan called out to her and pointed to the seat she had occupied.
Ultimately still clinging to the comforting feeling of being beside him, Lin Xixi returned to her seat and looked at him. "Jing Xuan, about the photo, I've already heard from Jing Ming. How do you plan to handle it?"
A flash of unexpected emotion crossed Chi Jingxuan's eyes and brows.
