But why did her heart still fill, little by little, with sourness and grievance? She closed her eyes, forcing back the mist forming in them. She silently warned herself in her heart that if she didn't want to get hurt, she shouldn't let her heart waver.
The sound of an engine came from outside. Yan Luoxi looked up to see Zhou Bei, clutching some documents, entering through the gate. When he saw her eating in the dining room, he respectfully nodded at her.
"Ma'am, here are the documents that Seventh Master requested. Could you please deliver them to him? I'm in a rush to pick up a client at the airport, so I won't be going up," he said.
Yan Luoxi stared at him blankly and before she could speak, Zhou Bei had already placed the documents on the coffee table and quickly ran off.
Yan Luoxi: "..."
