Xi Yan pushed back his chair, stood up, and picked up his soft canary-yellow silk scarf, walking behind Qin Yucen. He draped it around her neck, covering the revealing view at the front, "Cencen, I think this scarf goes better with your dress, don't you think?"
Huo Jingtang's thoughts were clear to Xi Yan, who excelled at reading others as a secretary. A man, especially one who was both reserved and possessive, would not want a woman he cared about to dress so enchantingly in front of other men. Although he appreciated such beauty, it was meant to be for his eyes only; no one else was worthy to share it.
When Huo Jingtang couldn't make a move, Xi Yan did it for him.
