The office phone rang, and Rong Zhi answered the call.
After listening to the other side, she lightly said, "Wait for me," and then grabbed the coat off the chair back and headed out.
The edge of her trench coat cut through the air with a sharp arc, as the young woman stepped confidently into the chaos, her gaze sweeping over the crowd in front, using her height advantage to see the girl surrounded in the middle.
It was her secretary.
"R-Rong Third Young Master?"
Someone was the first to recognize her.
Rong Zhi slightly raised her eyelids, her facial expression faint, with a pair of fox-like eyes that were both sinister and enchanting, shrouded in a hazy mist.
She acknowledged with a hum, looking through the crowd towards Bai Tingxun, noticing the dirt on the girl's pure white coat and slightly squinting, her tone hard to decipher, "Bai Tingxun."
The girl lifted her head in a daze, her doe-like eyes misted with tears.
