If it weren't for sheer desperation, Paul would never have wanted to reveal the truth to Moses.
A single sentence fell like a bucket of cold water, chilling Moses's heart in an instant.
So, the "important thing" she had referred to was simply to accompany him.
"Mr. Moses!"
Qian Xueying's voice came from behind. Moses frowned irritably and took big steps into the elevator.
"Mr. Moses!"
Rushing over, Qian Xueying reached out to block the closing elevator doors. As her fingers were about to be pinched, Moses remained unmoved.
Standing behind him, Paul naturally didn't dare to meddle.
The doors struck Xueying's fingers and then parted again. She immediately squeezed into the elevator, frowning and shaking her sore fingers. She looked up at Moses, "Is Mr. Moses in such a hurry to leave because of my poor hospitality?"
The girl's eyes were misty, her tone full of boundless grievance, looking as if she was about to cry at any moment.
Moses responded with an icy, angry voice.
