The matter was still unclear, and yet it was to be dropped like this—how could she be content?
Leng Zimo turned his face to look at her, and as she met his gaze, even Xu Xia, who normally feared neither heaven nor earth, felt a twinge in her heart and suddenly became too timid to utter another word.
Ailin strode over and waved at everyone, "All right, disperse everyone. Remember to arrive at the company on time before ten o'clock tomorrow!"
Shen Xinyi breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away, while Xu Xia was also pulled away by a familiar classmate.
It was not until everyone had dispersed, leaving only her and Leng Zimo, that Ailin finally walked up to him, "President Leng?"
"Take this, get me a fingerprint analysis!" Leng Zimo handed her the blade.
"Yes!" Ailin took the blade, glanced at him—as if she wanted to say something but eventually did not—and left the studio in long strides.
