It was that one look, and Ya Jiayi immediately lowered her head. Having been with him for so long, she naturally knew that there was a tinge of faint anger in his eyes.
"In the future, in front of her, call me 'Mr. Situ.'" Without needing to say it, Ya Jiayi already knew exactly who the "her" he referred to was.
She nodded repeatedly, not daring to say another word, and respectfully watched him take long strides to enter the door.
Situ Xuan gripped his cell phone tightly, a glint flashing through his grey-blue pupils.
Jian Anning, right? I'm looking forward to our next meeting! And that day won't be too far away...
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On the other side, Yu Zexiao, having been tormented by Mo Siyu all night, only returned to the hotel at this time.
Pushing open the door, the interior was quiet and empty. Gone was his little assistant's stern demeanor, her serious reprimand, or even her bustling about busily beside him—
