Zhong Lingling did not respond to Hong Linlin's words.
Her face was as pale as paper, her entire head buzzing with noise, in a daze, she returned to Xiang Yimo's office.
Sitting on the sofa, indeed, the thought struck her as strange, too, that Yimo's attitude towards her had been odd during his inspection of the shopping mall.
If one said he was lecherous, well, he never spared a second glance at any of the other female staff in the office; to say he wasn't, that night at her house, he had roughly taken her 'first kiss.' If she hadn't fainted, maybe something even more terrifying would have happened.
However, after that day, Yimo hadn't laid a finger on her, but Zhenzhen really felt that he was very good to her, inexplicably so.
Could it be that Yimo had fallen in love with her at first sight?
After half an hour of wild thoughts, Xiang Yimo, who had gone to a meeting, came back.
