An Lan looked up at the sky in silence, speechless. Alright, this conversation was going nowhere.
Huo Zhanting watched as one problem subsided only for another to arise, his face darkening instantly. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Zhang Ya standing at the door. Zhang Ya looked around and finally fixed her gaze on An Xuan, striding swiftly over to him, hands on hips.
"An Xuan! The project isn't even finished yet, what kind of attitude is that? You just abandon him there, if it weren't for me saying you were sick and sending him away, could the project still be happening?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm sick! Whoever loves to discuss the project, discuss it. I won't, anyway. Who does he think he is? No, who do you think you are? Are you discussing a project with him or whispering sweet nothings?"
An Xuan also stood up abruptly, his voice rising sharply.
