Song Xiangsi furrowed her brows.
Was there someone in the break room?
She picked her bag up again from the sofa, walked across the shaggy rug, and headed towards the break room. As she drew closer, she could clearly hear a female voice coming from inside. "Jiamu
Song Xiangsi stopped abruptly on the spot. The hand she used to carry her bag involuntarily tensed up.
The door to the break room was left half open. Even though she was quite a distance from it, she could still clearly see that there was a young and pretty girl lying spread out on the bed. She clutched Xu Jiamu's arm, rocking it constantly side-to-side.
Xu Jiamu looked tired. He shut his eyes and didn't bother with her.
