Lian Xinying arrived at the VI Group with the utmost speed.
Although she hadn't been here in three years, the familiar feeling was just as before.
She took the elevator to the top floor, then walked confidently to his office door, and knocked on it with her fingers.
Without getting a response from him, she pushed the door open.
He hadn't closed it.
He had been waiting for her all this time.
The moment she entered, his gaze turned exceptionally cold.
Her eyes were red and swollen, it seemed she had been crying for a long time.
Moreover, her appearance was disheveled, as if she had just crawled out of bed.
Her hair was a mess, and her clothes... appeared to be a nightgown.
She was wearing a pair of flip-flops, which looked especially unruly.
"What the hell do you look like?" Yan Ye's cold gaze swept over her before he scolded.
Lian Xinying's small body shook, and she didn't dare to come closer to him.
