"My God... give? How could he have the nerve to say such a thing? One shameless, one conceited, if you say they're not made for each other, I'm afraid no one would believe it..."
Su Ran's gaze fell on the closed glass door, a barely discernible smirk curling at the corners of her lips, a faint gleam of mirth flickering in her eyes.
Time ticked away second by second, and with each passing moment, Ye Zhichen grew increasingly anxious.
Could Xiao's truly have given the investment to Su Xinyan?
Compared to Ye Zhichen's restless unease, Su Ran appeared calm and composed.
She leaned back in her chair, appearing utterly nonchalant, as her right hand idly tapped against the desktop, glancing up at the time on her left wristwatch.
Her eyelashes gently fluttered open and closed.
3... 2... 1...
Suddenly standing up from her seat, she said to Ye Zhichen beside her:
"Let's go."
Ye Zhichen blinked, looking at her with a blank face.
"Where to?"
