Zhuo Yuwei didn't stay much longer and soon took his leave.
Gu Bingjun personally saw him and the Minister of Internal Affairs off.
Zhixi let out a gentle sigh of relief, her originally enchanting and charming smile vanished almost instantly, as if a mask had been wiped away.
Ning Yichen reached out to support her, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, "Are you upset with someone?"
"No," she bit her lip, her voice sounding somewhat stiff, "I'm just trying to do my job well."
She was now Miss Leslie, and her words and actions had to match this identity.
"Since the President has left, there's no need for you to stay here," Ning Yichen said decisively, "Come on, I'll take you home."
But Zhixi shook her head, "That's not necessary. Today's dinner was held for my father and me; I cannot simply leave."
"Your dad being here is enough, Zhixi, you don't have to force yourself..."
