An Xiaxia was lost in thought. Sheng Yize noticed that she was ignoring him and pushed a bit harder on her hand, which immediately made An Xiaxia cry out.
"It hurts! Be gentle, okay?"
"You weakling," Sheng Yize scorned with contempt, but his actions indeed turned gentler.
After taking care of the wound, An Xiaxia thanked him and looked at Sheng Yize innocently.
They looked at each other for three seconds and he finally realized that he was supposed to leave.
He gave a cough and stood up. He then said in a condescending tone, "Don't forget your position. Work hard, or… the contract will be declared invalid."
The small bit of good impression which An Xiaxia had of him was reset to zero all at once.
"Got it, Boss Yize." An Xiaxia curled her lips. Sheng Yize shot a glance at her, strode out, and went upstairs.
Once he returned to his own room, he felt inexplicably restless.
