Yan Xiaye was well-prepared for this, running away while glancing back, subconsciously on guard for Li Beicheng to suddenly lash out, yet she only saw the man lifting an eyebrow, smiling at her charmingly and handsomely.
The smile was devoid of any shade, sending such a chill through her that she ran even faster.
Watching Yan Xiaye leave, Li Beicheng leisurely selected a number from his contact list and dialed it in one swift motion.
Having been husband and wife, she knew his weakness, and he had a firm grasp of her vulnerabilities as well.
...
Outside the conference room, Yan Jiu had been waiting for a long time.
Upon seeing Yan Xiaye slip away like greased lightning, he signaled the company security to stop Shen Aili and invited Yan Xiaye to a secluded spot for a talk.
