Gradually, everyone passing by noticed Buhui's face, pale to the point of eeriness. Before causing a bigger commotion, Yan Luoxi took the chopsticks from her hand and led her out of the cafeteria.
Back at the office, she asked Xiaolin to order two boxes of light takeout. She let Buhui sit on the sofa, poured a cup of warm water, and handed it to her, reminding her sternly, "Buhui, if you don't want people to discover your relationship with Shen Changqing and thereby suspect your identity, you need to keep calm."
If Mo Beichen saw her like this earlier, who knows what he might have imagined.
But as soon as you talk about someone, they appear. Before her words even fell, Xiaolin's voice deliberately raised from outside the door, "President Mo, why are you here? The boss is in."
The nerve behind Yan Luoxi's ear tensed as she exchanged a glance with Buhui, who was in a state of panic. "Sister Luoxi..."
